Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 112 Human hearts bear debts, and grievances are repaid.
Above the sky, the blood-red, heavy tribulation clouds suddenly stopped, then swirled and danced like turbulent waves.

"Click——"

A muffled thunderclap ripped through the sky from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

The color of the storm clouds also subtly changed after the thunder. From blood red to azure, they surged in layers, as if the heavens themselves had opened their eyes and were looking down upon the sins of the mortal world.

On the arena, Tun Yuan's brows twitched violently as he finally sensed the anomaly in the energy of heaven and earth. He no longer concealed his presence; his five fingers, like hooks, plunged fiercely into the center of the altar.

"Roar."

A soul cry soared into the sky, and countless remnant souls struggled and roared. Their divine souls were forcibly torn apart and pulled out from the already limp puppet body. They flowed into his palm like water and turned into strands of blood-red soul threads.

"Refining."

Tun Yuan murmured, his pupils transforming into abyssal flames. In an instant, his soul threads boiled, turning into a misty blood fog that swirled and rose beneath his feet, gradually condensing into a pool of blood.

The blood pool was neither water nor soul; it was a mixture of the souls of living people, the mental power of demons, and the fragmented divine essence of the Thunder Extreme Body. It was crimson like syrup, boiling like a pot, with a half-formed blood core faintly emerging in its center.

Those watching from all around felt their minds shaken, as if ten thousand ghosts were tearing at their will and their souls were about to be torn apart.

Tun Yuan revealed a near-manic smile, his voice low yet filled with extreme excitement:

"Faster...faster...just one more soul core is needed to rebuild my true body...at that time, there will be no power in the world that I cannot take away."

His ten fingers were like soul-hooking claws, instantly draining and discarding the souls of the puppets, turning them into red light.

The blood pool churned violently, resembling a deep abyss of purgatory.

But at this moment.

"boom!"

Above the sky, the slowly rotating blue lightning suddenly froze, as if the clouds were being seized by an invisible force.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of blue light, like the opening of a god's eye, pierced straight down from the depths of the tribulation clouds and locked onto the arena.

The one locked on is—the Thunderous Body.

"How is this possible? It moved..." Tun Yuan's eyelids twitched wildly, and he instinctively took half a step back.

next moment.

"boom--"

The first bolt of lightning struck.

The lightning pillar pierced the sky and penetrated the earth, as thick as a mountain. The lightning flashed blue and white, and at its center, one could vaguely see a thunder dragon churning and a thunder god glaring angrily. It seemed to be the embodiment of the original will of the Heavenly Dao, striking down and punishing all living beings.

The arena was simply unable to withstand such destructive power; the surrounding space shattered into pieces, the sealing formation was destroyed, and the protective barrier collapsed.

The lightning pillar, like a world-destroying divine whip, instantly covered the blood pool, the puppets, the soul mist, and even Devouring Abyss himself.

Devouring Abyss only had time to roar before it was engulfed by lightning.

"Rumble--"

The violent explosion reverberated, the arena collapsed three zhang (approximately 10 meters) deep, and the surrounding stone slabs cracked inch by inch, turning into scorched earth.

At the center of the lightning pillar, a half-demon, half-human figure trembled and twisted, with lightning and fire constantly bursting from beneath its flesh.

Tun Yuan's body was charred and cracked, with three deep, bone-revealing lightning marks piercing his spine, and even his divine soul was scorched by the lightning flames, crackling loudly.

Several streaks of silver-blue lightning suddenly burst forth from beneath the charred skin.

"Zizi!"

The Chu Ning lightning pattern, which should have been devoured, tore through the demonic pattern like a living snake, leaving scorch marks on Tun Yuan's chest.

"How is this possible?" Tun Yuan roared, his palm surging with demonic energy as he tried to suppress the lightning patterns.

The lightning pattern, however, mysteriously moved towards his brow, vaguely condensing into Chu Ning's phantom image.

Tun Yuan suddenly pressed his hand to his chest, where a sharp, needle-like pain shot through him.

The lightning pattern was not devoured, but rather took root deep within his soul like a poisonous vine.

"Your body has long been mine." Tun Yuan smiled coldly, and his phantom image vanished in an instant.

As the lightning subsided, the arena turned to ashes.

The clouds of calamity have not yet dissipated.

The stagnant vortex suddenly accelerated, and the second lightning pillar was taking shape. The power of lightning spirits surged in the air like rivers and seas, and even the sky emitted a chilling buzzing sound.

Tun Yuan slowly raised his head from the charred lightning marks, his face already distorted, but his eyes were still filled with a venomous obsession.

"So that's how it is... You used it to attract such a heavenly calamity... What a clever trick."

Before he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning erupted from deep within his back, seemingly continuing its pursuit of his original soul. He roared and swung his right palm fiercely, causing the blood array outside the arena to suddenly light up.

"Boom boom boom!"

Suddenly, countless array points on the stands exploded, and the "people" who were originally "watching" all stiffened up, their eyes turning blood red.

You think I wasn't prepared?

"Over the years, I have refined thousands of warriors, assassins, civilians, and prisoners into the core of the puppet array... Today, let them bear the calamity in my place!"

He slapped his chest hard, spitting a mouthful of blood into the magic seal. The "puppets" suddenly leaped up and jumped into the arena, their bodies turning into blood puppets the moment they touched the ground.

A total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine puppets.

They soared into the air, like human shields and thunder drums, forming a blood-red thunder wall that blocked the approaching tribulation lightning.

"bring it on!"

"Boom——"

The second bolt of heavenly lightning struck.

It was several times more powerful than the first one, as thick as a giant city, and nine lightning dragons appeared within the lightning, each roaring and howling, as if they were the embodiment of the will of lightning, a soul-slaying weapon.

The area around the arena instantly transformed into a sea of ​​lightning.

Nine thousand puppets collapsed like sandbars blocking the waves, one by one exploding, blood mist and mangled bodies flying up, as if ten thousand corpses were facing the sky, a lightning-filled inferno.

Tun Yuan gritted his teeth and persevered, still standing at the core of the lightning pillar, forcefully pulling his mangled body out of the mountain of corpses and lightning net, staggering but not falling.

"Not enough..." he murmured, as if to himself. Just then, on the other side of the arena, the flames died down, and a figure slowly stepped forward.

Prince Duan's robes were spotless, the jade talisman was no longer in his hand, and his eyes were as calm as an ancient well as he watched the still struggling Swallowing Abyss.

He finally spoke.

"Tun Yuan, you've schemed for a hundred years, refining souls, seizing bodies, and reincarnating three times. Every step you took wasn't calculated to the utmost, and you rose to power by stepping on corpses?"

But have you ever thought about this—

"Your tribulation is not today, but from the moment you chose Chu Ning."

Tun Yuan trembled, his eyes twitching: "What do you mean?"

Prince Duan gazed at the still churning heavenly tribulation and slowly said:
"I originally wanted the Thunder Body too."

"However, after discovering that you had placed a blood curse on him, I have been waiting for the day when your tribulation would take place."

"You must borrow his body to rebuild your own."

"Then I will use this 'tribulation' of yours to destroy your true soul."

Prince Duan took a step forward, his gaze as cold as a sword:

"Tun Yuan, you treat the world as a chessboard, mistakenly believing yourself to be the one who moves the pieces."

"But little did I know, you were nothing more than the most important 'sacrifice' in my hands."

As soon as these words were spoken, the third pillar of lightning from the tribulation clouds took shape.

Tun Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

His gaze pierced through the lightning and coldly landed on the edge of the arena.

Two figures in black robes quietly retreated.

He suddenly chuckled softly, a smile as eerie as the melting of an iceberg:
"I see... No wonder you were so accurate in predicting my fate, Prince Duan."

He took a step forward, his figure moving like a ghost, tearing apart the lightning pressure.

Before the man in black could react, he was firmly locked in place by a terrifying force.

"Since you like to hide your true colors so much, let me see your true colors."

"boom!"

With a flick of his right palm, the two flew backwards like kites into the arena, crashing into the center of the lightning array.

The cloak ripped apart, revealing a horrified face.

Wang Chongshan, the third elder of the Wang family.

Wang Chen, son of the Wang family.

The crowd below the stage was in an uproar. They never expected that the matter of the Wang family using living people to make puppets had not yet been investigated, yet Prince Duan had already sent them to the Qingyun Arena in secret.

Under the flash of lightning, the two men's faces were deathly pale, and they were powerless to offer any further explanation.

Tun Yuan's gaze was sinister. He grabbed Wang Chongshan by the neck with one hand and lifted Wang Chen with the other, as if he were strangling two snakes waiting to be slaughtered.

"Heh... No wonder Prince Duan knew my secrets so well, and could even counter my reincarnation technique... It turns out, there was a traitor within the Wang family."

Wang Chongshan struggled violently, his voice trembling as he said:
“Ancestor…we were forced into this…Prince Duan threatened us with the royal bloodline…I just wanted to…preserve a thread of our bloodline…”

"Bloodline?"

Tun Yuan narrowed his eyes, his voice like a blade slicing through rotten wood:
"This tree from the Wang family has been my 'spiritual seedling' for thirty years."

"The bloodline you are so proud of has long been a part of my soul."

“I control your blood, soul, will, and thoughts; only with me can you ‘continue’.”

He clenched his fist, and the souls of the two men were dragged directly out of their bodies, struggling and whimpering.

“You who have turned away from the Lord have no right to remain.”

"I'll use it to repair the soul damage I suffered after the lightning tribulation."

Tun Yuan's five fingers gripped Wang Chongshan's crown chakra, and his soul blood flowed into his palm like a stream.

"Grandmaster, spare my life! The Wang family is willing to be slaves for eternity—" Wang Chongshan's soul wailed in agony before he was suddenly overwhelmed by a torrent of bloody memories.

A hundred years ago, a blood moon hung in the sky.

The Devouring Abyss Demon Body was surrounded and attacked by the First-Class Pavilion and the nine major sects. It was covered in blood, and its right arm had been severed.

Wang Lin, the ancestor of the Wang family, trembled on the ground, holding a scroll of blood-written letter in his hands: "I beg Your Majesty to accept my clan as a spiritual seedling! I am willing to offer the bloodline of my entire clan to help Your Majesty rebuild your body!"

Tun Yuan's blood-stained lips curled up, and his fingertip pointed at Wang Lin's brow: "From this day forward, the Wang family bloodline will be the soil of my soul seed."

The scene suddenly changes—

Beneath the Wang Family Ancestral Hall, hundreds of clansmen were impaled through the heart by chains, and the demonic shadow reshaped by the Devouring Abyss emerged from the pool of blood.
"Your clan used up this opportunity a hundred years ago." Tun Yuan sneered, crushing Wang Chongshan's remnant soul.

Having said that, he reached out with his other hand, like a ghostly claw that could seize souls, and directly sucked Wang Chen's remnant soul into the depths of his soul sea.

In that instant, Wang Chen's pupils contracted sharply, as if a cold wind had pierced his heart. He stared blankly at the person before him.

That face resembled Chu Ning's, but it had long since lost its human warmth, leaving only cracks of lightning and surging demonic flames, like a walking corpse, like a ghost outside the cycle of reincarnation.

He finally smiled softly, with a sense of relief: "It can be considered... paying back the debt to that brat from the Chu family."

Before the words were finished, a thunderclap exploded from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Zi la la-"

The heavens and earth seemed to split open, and the two mangled bodies of an old man and a young man were intertwined in mid-air, their flesh and blood withered and their bones broken, turning into dust that drifted silently in the wind.

Just as the traces of their brief stay in this world were ultimately taken back by fate.

At this moment, thunderclouds churned in the sky, as if the heavens were in mourning.

Human hearts have debts, bloodlines have causes, and grievances have retribution.

Ultimately, they cannot escape the dictates of fate and must repay their debts in the cycle of reincarnation.

(End of this chapter)