Douluo Continent: Reincarnated as the Rock King Emperor, Wandering the Mortal World

Chapter 354: A year in a dream, a day in the outside world?

The oil in the fryer is definitely problematic.

Ordinary oil could not possibly have caused him such harm; he simply couldn't believe he was that incapable.

It should be noted that his body has been modified by a 100,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone, and he has also awakened the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.

Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, there are very few people whose physique is stronger than his.

Even so, he was still in excruciating pain.

"etc……"

Oil and water cannot mix because of their different densities.

Even Yangquan is no exception.

Upon closer inspection, it's not hard to see that there's a large portion of red water in the oil pan, and this water seems to be mixed with something else.

"Fire elemental energy..."

"???"

Tang San was completely dumbfounded!

Such pure fire elemental energy, used as punishment?

If Ma Hongjun were here, he would probably be overjoyed, right?

For a fire-attribute soul master, this is not a punishment, but rather a reward?

If it's pure fire spring, then it's not a reward; even a fire-attribute soul master can't withstand the baptism of fire spring.

But this is a diluted fire spring; as long as it's not too weak, you won't die.

"You felt it, didn't you?"

"This oil cauldron is heaven for fire-attribute soul masters, but unfortunately, you are not a fire-attribute soul master."

Tang San: "..."

"Haha, just kidding."

"If you were truly a fire-attribute soul master, then you should be heading to the Frozen Hell!"

Tang San's eyes twitched slightly; he knew things weren't that simple.

Because of his strong physique, he didn't shout like the others.

A strong physique and unwavering willpower are the keys to becoming a strong person.

Tang San was not a fire-attribute soul master, so he dared not touch the energy in the oil cauldron in the slightest.

There was no other way; besides possessing the Clear Sky Hammer, he also possessed the Blue Silver Emperor and the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.

He dared not easily attempt to use fire-attribute power, lest it harm his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline.

That would be a losing proposition.

"Kid, you're different from the others. Your sentence hasn't been handed down yet. Coming to the oil cauldron hell is just a transition."

"Once your verdict is handed down, the matter will be handled in accordance with the judgment."

"If the judgment includes the 'oil cauldron hell,' the length of time you spend here will be deducted from your sentence."

Upon hearing this, Tang San suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the guide with some confusion.

Could it be that hell wasn't deliberately tormenting him?

Looking around, I saw quite a few people being punished...

It seems like it wasn't just someone they were deliberately targeting.

If the sins of a past life can be repaid in this way, it's not impossible...

Tang San wasn't thinking about how many people he had killed, but rather about stealing the Xuan Tian Bao Lu from the Tang Clan.

If he could repay in this way, from now on he could say with a clear conscience that he was a true descendant of the Tang Clan!

Of course, the underworld still needs to be destroyed, since there are ways to die in the entire underworld.

After they go down and see the real Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence, and the Ten Kings of Hell, I wonder what their expressions will be. In any case, their fate won't be good.

Thank you for letting me know.

Those who understand the times are wise. Now that we're under someone else's roof, we have no choice but to bow our heads. Tang San isn't the kind of stubborn person who doesn't know how to assess the situation.

When I was in my fifties, it was all my father's fault.

When I was in my nineties, my father was right.

When we reached level 100, it was all your fault!

Early game: Dai Laoda; Mid-game: Dai Mubai; Late game: Xiaobai...

From this perspective, Tang San is a very discerning and shrewd person who understands the importance of being pragmatic and opportunistic.

The guide was slightly surprised, as this was the first time he had ever heard "thank you," but he didn't care about such things.

"In recognition of your thank you, I'll tell you something else."

Upon hearing this, Tang San was shocked, his eyes widened, and he looked at the guide with disbelief.

"Don't even think about running away. Hell is terrifying, but it's mainly about punishment, so you're unlikely to die."

"No one can escape hell, not even a Title Douluo!"

"So, don't have that idea."

"Accept your punishment without complaint, and you'll suffer less."

After saying this, the guide fell silent, only giving Tang San a deep look.

Tang San nodded in surprise. He hadn't expected that a simple thank you would elicit such news.

The people around seemed not to hear or see anything.

Because everyone who comes here will hear the same thing.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with that statement.

There are monthly assessments, and those who perform exceptionally well can have their penalty time reduced.

Time passed, and although the distance was not far, the "Judge" took two whole days to reach the Boiling Oil Hell.

In the hell of the boiling oil, Tang San felt numb all over, and he didn't know how much longer he would have to stay in the pot.

"Greetings, Your Honor!"

The two guides had long since left; the one speaking was the person in charge of the boiling oil hell.

"Hmm, where is Tang San?"

The "judge" nodded, and without saying anything more, spoke frankly.

"Please come with me, sir."

Without further ado, the person in charge led the "judge" directly to the place where Tang San was being punished.

"Let's get him out of the water first."

"yes!"

In a short while, Tang San knelt on the ground, looking somewhat dejected.

"Greetings, Your Honor."

Tang San's voice was a little hoarse, but he greeted the "Judge" calmly.

This surprised the "judge".

This young man is no ordinary person.

Only by enduring what ordinary people cannot endure can one achieve great things.

Thinking about it carefully, it's quite normal for Tang San to have such awareness after living two lives.

"Tang San, according to the King of Hell's assessment, your situation is neither reincarnation nor rebirth, but rather a case of possession and rebirth."

"Therefore, your past life experiences will be superimposed on your present life experiences."

"The verdict is as follows: Tang San is a ruthless killer, stole the sect's secrets, and possessed a child to be reborn..."

"Tang San is now sentenced to the eighteen levels of hell, with two months of punishment in each level, for a total of eighteen levels and three years."

Upon hearing this, Tang San was slightly taken aback, looking somewhat bewildered.

He didn't know whether the punishment was severe or relatively lenient.

He had to go to each of the eighteen levels of hell and be punished for two months thereafter.

It only took three years. After three years, he was a hero again.

No, that's not right!

He was tortured like this in just two days in this hell of boiling oil. If he had to stay there for three years, what would happen?

"Give this Tang San some special treatment, so that not a single second of these three years will be wasted!"

Suddenly, an extremely domineering voice rang out, causing "Judge" and Tang San to be startled.

"Yes, Lord Yama!"

Tang San: "???"

What kind of special treatment?

"Illusion?"

"A year in a dream is equivalent to a day in the outside world??"

(End of this chapter)