Douluo Continent: After Ten Thousand Years of Silence, I Was Exposed by the Sky.

Chapter 10 Tang Chen: Get out of my body! Bibi Dong's Scheme (Please add to your favorites!)
The city of killing.

[To clarify, since some people are paying attention, Wei Yuan visited Douluo Continent several times and harvested all the immortal herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. By the time Tang San went to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the Snow-Colored Swan's Kiss was no longer available, which is why the City of Slaughter was not destroyed.]

This is the most filthy and depraved lawless land in the Douluo Continent.

The sky is always a suffocating, blood-red sunset, and the air is thick with the pungent smell of blood and sulfur.

In the center of the capital, on the throne of a palace built from countless bones, sat a burly man clad in blood-red heavy armor.

He is the ruler of this city—the King of Slaughter.

His eyes were hollow and bloodshot, filled with endless violence and chaos, like a beast that only knew how to kill.

As the unparalleled golden light tore through the blood-red sky of the City of Slaughter, the entire city descended into unprecedented turmoil. Countless fallen souls looked up in terror at the holy light, as if they were witnessing their own doom.

The King of Slaughter slowly raised his head.

The golden light seemed to sting his empty eyes, causing him to let out a low roar.

The screen began to play Poseidon's past, Wei Yuan's lament... These should have been meaningless to him, who was left only with the instinct to kill.

However, when the words "Island of Poseidon" and "High Priest Poseidon" are mentioned...

As if a curse spanning millennia had clearly entered his ears, the King of Slaughter's massive body trembled violently!
“Po...se...si…”

Three dry, hoarse syllables, as if squeezed out of a rusty machine, were uttered with difficulty from his throat.

The next moment, the frenzied crimson color in his empty, bloodshot eyes began to surge and recede violently, and a clear, human-like clarity, filled with pain, regret and endless longing, struggled to emerge!

"Xiaoxi..."

Under the intense emotional stimulation, Tang Chen's consciousness miraculously regained a sliver of control over his body from the endless sea of ​​blood and chaos!
who am I?
I am Tang Chen!

where am I?
The City of Slaughter... I... I've gone mad!
Countless fragments of memory flooded into my mind like a tidal wave:

The promise with Qian Daoliu, the confession on Seagod Island, Poseidon's rejection, and the intrusion into the City of Slaughter to fulfill the vow of "I will not return until I become a god" to undergo the Asura God Trial...

And finally, the endless darkness where he was parasitized by that damned blood-red nine-headed bat king, and his mind was devoured!
"Ahhhh——!"

Tang Chen let out a roar of extreme pain. This sound was no longer the roar of the King of Slaughter, but the roar of Haotian Douluo Tang Chen!

He remembered!
I remember everything!

He was trapped inside his own body, corrupted by this filthy energy for decades!

And in the sky, Poseidon, that hypocrite, was actually the one who made Xiaoxi wait for him her whole life!
Poseidon...you deserve to die!

Tang Chen struggled to stand up from the skeletal throne.

He wanted to leave this awful place; he wanted to go to Poseidon Island.

He was going to tell Poseidon the truth: why not just quit being a high priest and stay with him forever?
He could even feel his Clear Sky Hammer humming with longing deep within his soul sea!
However, just as he was about to regain control of the body, a chilling and extremely evil consciousness surged back from the depths of his mind!
That was the will of the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, the evil thought left behind by the Rakshasa God!
"Trying to leave? This body is mine! It belongs to the great King of Slaughter!"

A sharp, insane voice shrieked in his mind.

"Get out!"

Tang Chen's consciousness was roaring.

The crimson energy surged like a flood bursting its banks, rushing once again into the core of his clear consciousness.

Tang Chen felt as if his soul was being torn apart by countless evil spirits, and his newly regained clarity was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the verge of collapse.

He mustered all his strength, channeling his last ounce of will into a single sentence, which he roared out:
"Xiaoxi...wait for me...!"

"boom!"

The clarity in his eyes was ultimately swallowed up by the surging crimson.

The spine that had just straightened a little collapsed again.

"Roar--!!!"

A roar more ferocious and destructive than ever before erupted from the King of Slaughter. A terrifying killing intent swept through the entire palace, instantly turning all the fallen into a bloody mist.

The King of Slaughter returned to his throne, his crimson eyes even more savage than before.

The brief awakening made the parasitic evil spirit feel threatened, and it used even greater power to lock Tang Chen's consciousness into deeper darkness.

However, in this endless abyss of darkness, Tang Chen's unfinished vow, like an inextinguishable star, stubbornly flickered.

"wait for me……"

The fleeting clarity in the city of slaughter went unnoticed.

Tang Chen's roar and vows were ultimately swallowed up by the endless sea of ​​blood and evil thoughts, and he returned to silence.

Meanwhile, outside, the storm triggered by the celestial curtain is sweeping across the entire Douluo Continent with increasing intensity.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong sat on the magnificent papal throne, holding a scepter in her hand, a playful yet cold smile on her face.

She watched the entire sky display.

For her, the scandal of Poseidon and the chaos on Poseidon Island were a spectacular show.

The fact that a high-ranking deity had fallen from grace filled her with genuine joy.

"Gods? They're nothing special."

Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her purple eyes flashing with ambition and disdain.

Nothing in this world is eternal, immortal, or perfect.

The so-called gods are nothing more than more powerful soul masters.

They too have emotions and desires, and they too can betray trust for personal gain.

However, the divine inheritance she was undertaking—the Rakshasa God—has inexplicably ceased to occur.

However, this is undoubtedly a huge boost to her ongoing "Soul Hunting Project".

When people's reverence for the gods begins to waver, the resistance to the Spirit Hall's unification of the continent will be much smaller.

The final line in the sky, a prediction about the angel god, widened the smile on her lips even further.

"Angel God... Qian Yuhan..."

Bibi Dong tapped her scepter lightly, a hint of pleasure flashing in her eyes.

The thing she hated most in her life, besides that man, was the so-called sacred angelic lineage of the Qian family.

Now, the source of this tradition is about to be brought down from its pedestal and judged by the people.

She could imagine how restless that old fellow (Qian Daoliu) must be in the ancestral hall at this moment.

"Someone is coming."

Bibi Dong spoke calmly.

"His Majesty the Pope."

A cardinal appeared quietly and knelt on one knee.

"Pass on my orders to closely monitor the movements of all parties on the continent, especially the two great empires of Tiandou and Xingluo. At the same time, tell the Hall of Worship to behave itself."

Bibi Dong's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"The matter of the Heavenly Curtain is a secret of the God Realm. Our Spirit Hall can simply observe the situation quietly."

Anyone who dares to stir up trouble at this moment should not blame me for being ruthless.

(End of this chapter)