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

Chapter 422: A Classic Reappears!

"Kid, your three-year term is up. You're free!"

A jailer patted Tang San's face. At this moment, Tang San no longer looked like a human; he looked almost like a ghost, or even more terrifying.

His face was gaunt, his eyes were empty and expressionless, and his hair was white and disheveled.

Tang San didn't react at all to these words and the voice.

The torment of "more than a thousand years" is twenty or thirty times longer than the time he spent living two lifetimes.

The wear and tear brought on by time is something that ordinary people cannot resist.

Even if there is no curse of divine justice in this world, decades of memories are still insignificant compared to a thousand years of time.

Upon seeing this, the jailers shook their heads. One of them turned his head and pointed his right index finger at Tang San.

"Hey, you're stupid."

"He's not stupid; rather, he's become confused after three years of torment, having forgotten who he is."

"Humans are, after all, just humans."

The person speaking was also human; this was merely his sigh.

If he were to suffer the same torment as Tang San, he would probably be even worse off than Tang San.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of everyone, and everyone immediately bowed.

"I have met Yama, the King of Hell!"

"Okay, you can go down now."

The newcomer was none other than the former King of Slaughter, now the King of Hell.

"yes!"

No one dared to say anything more; there was nothing more for them to do here.

Tang San suffered for three years, but didn't they also torment him for three years with great effort?

Forces are reciprocal. While Tang San was in excruciating pain, they wore smiles, but they were exhausted...

After everyone left, Yanluo looked at Tang San and, to be honest, he almost didn't recognize him.

"Boy, I know you still have a sliver of consciousness. Of course, this is not due to your own ability, but rather a scheme devised by that Asura."

At this point, Yama paused, walked to a seat, sat down, and continued, "Now that the three-year period has ended, if you do not wake up, the promise I made to Shura will be null and void."

Yama spoke expressionlessly, as if describing something insignificant. In the past three years, he hadn't paid much attention to Tang San because he was too busy to focus on a "lucky" kid.

Three years have passed in a flash, and this kid actually managed to pull through; he's really something.

Upon hearing this, a hint of color gradually appeared in Tang San's empty eyes.

After a long pause, he finally uttered the first word...

"Tang..."

The light in Tang San's eyes gradually focused, and in a daze, he seemed to see many old men who only gave him cold looks and scolding words.

He reached out his hand, as if trying to grasp something, but it was like a mirage; besides air, he found nothing in his hand.

"Tang Sect..."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a voice rang out.

"Oh, you traitor who betrayed your master and ancestors, the first thing you think of is still your sect from your past life?"

Upon hearing this, Yama said with a hint of mockery.

Such a traitor, still thinking of the sect, really left him speechless.

Tang Clan?

Everyone in the Tang Clan wished they could kill Tang San.

"I, I, Tang San... am not a traitor!"

"They are incompetent; they cannot create the Buddha's Wrath Lotus, but I can!"

"They cannot cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill to its highest level, but I can!"

"I was born a member of the Tang Clan, and I will die a member of the Tang Clan!"

"I, Tang San, am the one most deserving of being the leader of the Tang Sect!"

Tang San's words, which were initially hesitant, became more and more fluent as he spoke, and the emptiness in his eyes was gradually filled with reason.

Gradually, he remembered who he was, he remembered the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, and he remembered where he was...

"I always feel that three years is not enough time. I wish I could give you two more years."

Tang San: "..."

At this moment, Tang San fell silent.

The person before me is someone even a god would have to compromise with, which shows how extraordinary he is.

The moment Tang San lowered his head, he was startled and looked at his hands with a blank expression.

If his eyesight is not impaired, his hands are more like those of someone over ninety years old.

But these hands appeared on Tang San!

Not only that...

"My voice?"

Tang San was stunned. Did this hoarse voice sound like that of a young man?

"Tang San, you should actually thank the rules of Hell for allowing you to live for over a thousand years longer."

Tang San fell silent, feeling somewhat at a loss.

He was thinking about something when this King Yama uttered such disgusting words to him!

That's right, Yama simply wanted to disgust Tang San; he had no other motives.

"Yanluo, if I remember correctly, you said..."

"Yes, you're not mistaken."

"To be honest, I don't even know myself how I managed to possess your great-grandfather's body."

"???"

Tang San was stunned. He was filled with questions and felt a mix of emotions.

He had many things to think about because he had forgotten some things and needed to find them again.

But Yama's words forced him to abandon these thoughts.

What does Yama mean by "Yama"?

What does it mean that he doesn't know either? How exactly did he possess Tang San's great-grandfather's body?

"Back then, I never thought I would succeed, because your body's great-grandfather was just too powerful, but I still succeeded."

"The legacy you need lies within this body that I have taken over."

"You mean, this body of yours is actually my great-grandfather's?"

"What, you're a possessor, and you actually recognize this body as a relative?"

Yanluo patted Tang San on the shoulder and said without changing his expression.

"I never imagined that I would willingly possess a child. When I woke up, I was already inside this body."

"Now that I have inherited this body, I must naturally inherit its responsibilities."

"Yama, you have already chosen your own death!"

Tang San's eyes turned red as he glared at Yama and said fiercely.

Yama:"……"

Tang San is still Tang San. Even after being tortured like this, he hasn't changed in the slightest.

"Nine Heads, that's enough!"

Suddenly, a voice resounded in Tang San and Yan Luo's minds, filled with anger, as if the speaker was extremely furious.

"Call me Yama, that's the title bestowed upon me by that great lord!"

Yama remained completely calm. Although he knew he couldn't offend the Asura, he no longer showed any of his former obsequiousness.

Shura was taken aback. He naturally knew who "that person" was, and it was precisely because he knew that he felt extremely troubled.

This Yama, indeed, has a way to bring about one's own death!

"Yama, the King of Hell!"

Although Yama couldn't see Shura's face, he knew that Shura on the other side was looking in a mirror, and the Shura in the mirror looked like a clown wearing a mask.

(End of this chapter)