The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

A pale-faced boy coughed up blood and stepped into the realm of gods. The spiritual energy here was much denser, but it still appeared desolate and bleak, with no gods in the world!

Su Ming fell silent. His injuries were now beyond repair. If he couldn't find a rare and precious treasure to undergo a baptism and rebirth, once the fragments of the Great Dao of Time and Space erupted, his essence would decline irreversibly, making him worse off than when he was old.

He was utterly disappointed; the realm of gods was completely deserted, and he couldn't find anything there.

"Have all the gods fallen? What happened after I left?" Su Ming's heart was in turmoil.

Disappointed after returning from the realm of gods, Su Ming searches for the successor of the Underworld. Although he desires to return to the future, he also lays various traps in different time periods of the past.

After finally crossing the ocean, they arrived at a fragmented continent. In a temple in a desolate dark forest, they found a familiar old man.

"What exactly happened after I left?" Su Ming looked at the decaying old man, who emanated a foul stench, as if he were under some kind of curse.

He frowned, and had no choice but to use his supreme power to weave together calamity patterns, locking in this strange and terrifying essence, merging it with his own and hiding it deep within his bloodline.

The old man took deep breaths, feeling the heavy burden lifted, and barely returned to normal.

"Lord of the Underworld, you've finally returned. Everyone has perished." After the old man's dim, yellow eyes, which had been oozing dark green pus, returned to normal, he recognized the newcomer and couldn't help but shed tears. His cultivation had barely reached the level of a true god, and he had only managed to survive until now by voluntarily giving up his divine position.

Upon hearing this, Su Ming frowned. His most famous title should be Ming Zun or Ming Di, which was how the group of dark gods who first followed him usually called him. Only those who joined after the establishment of the Underworld would mistakenly call him Ming Zun.

In other words, the group of old companions who initially followed him had been robbed, and Su Ming was immediately disheartened.

“Creation went mad…” The old man recounted the calamity, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Su Ming learned in detail what happened after he left. The gods of the Pantheon were lost in their great achievements and thought they could control everything. The world's ascension was a serious matter.

He left behind three paths, and in the end, Creation chose the path of flesh and blood ascension. The Martial Soul system is inherently related to bloodlines, which is understandable. However, He attempted to gather all the bloodlines of all things to create a perfect being.

Then, this creature is used to deduce the upper end of each bloodline chain, to break the shackles of the existing bloodline. For example, the top of the Haotian Hammer is the Great Sumeru Hammer, and the creation desires to go a step further and become the Heavenly Emperor Hammer.

As expected, the 'Perfect Being' went out of control. It lay dormant, and when the creation and bloodline sublimation plan reached its peak, it suddenly unleashed its power, extracting the bloodline source of all living beings to create itself.

"No wonder the quality of Soul Masters' Martial Souls is so low these days. It turns out they were dealt a heavy blow and their vitality was severely damaged," Su Ming sighed.

"And then what happened?" Su Ming pressed.

Chapter 326 A Familiar Encounter: The Swallows Return (Part 4)

"Later? I was very weak then and not qualified to approach the core. I only know that at that moment the sky darkened, the seas burst their banks, and fear and calamity spread from the center outwards. I was far away and decisively gave up my divine position before the calamity came, which is how I survived. Even so, I was deeply cursed."

The old man shook his head dejectedly, then looked at Su Ming with hopeful eyes: "Lord of the Underworld, did you return because you sensed His presence?"

"How could this be? What about creation? And what about Rakshasa, Asura, and evil beings?" Upon hearing this, Su Ming asked expressionlessly.

"At the beginning of the calamity, Creation was at the core, and then the great figures of the underworld rushed there as well. Perhaps they stopped the disaster from spreading further. For the next few hundred years, the world was like this, half-dead," the old man sighed.

Su Ming frowned. He sensed that the matter was probably not resolved and was likely still sealed. The world was irreversibly heading towards destruction, with heavy shackles pressing down on it, making it difficult for people to break free and regain their power to become gods.

Yes, the authority of heaven and earth was swept away with the fall of the gods and cast down to the mortal world, just like the Rakshasa and angels whose divine positions were shattered.

This is the end of the world. The Great Dao is suppressed, spiritual energy is severed, bloodlines are dried up, and the world is falling. If this were not the case, how could the spectacular phenomenon of time and space being cut off have occurred?

"Lord of the Underworld, will you restore order? Will the Underworld continue?" the old man asked hopefully once more.

Su Ming remained silent. He was in a very bad state, having encountered this lost and dark era, and with a powerful enemy sealed away in an unknown place, he was in a desperate situation.

"What's your name?" Su Ming asked slowly after a moment.

"My name is Zhao Yue," the old man said respectfully.

"Where are the others?" Su Ming asked softly.

“The supreme beings have all gone to the core area, and the high-level true gods have all been wiped out, falling in that great calamity. The remaining ones… the remaining ones are severely weakened and cannot survive for more than a few hundred years. They are either dead or scattered,” Zhao Yue said in a dry voice.

“Hmm.” Su Ming said calmly, “Now you leave the temple to its own devices and rebuild the underworld. The rest is none of your concern.”

The old man was somewhat puzzled, but he still followed the decree of the Underworld Lord.

After Su Ming left, he walked on the desolate land. The traces of desolation and disaster were clearly visible. Civilization seemed to have collapsed in an instant, and it was even worse than the primitive era.

At least in the beginning there was a prosperous and extraordinary civilization, but now there is nothing left but ashes, which gives it a bit of the feeling of a crippled soul master civilization in later generations.

Su Ming sighed deeply. How could he remain unmoved? This was the civilization of gods that he and Creation had built together, and his dead subordinates were all trained by him.

"Creation," Su Ming murmured. Although he was eager to learn about what happened back then, he couldn't now.

As Su Ming walked through the wilderness, each step felt like a year had passed, from youth to middle age, and then from middle age to old age. Countless fragments of the Great Dao of Time and Space took root in his flesh and blood, intertwined with his origin, and erupted at this moment.

Unable to suppress it any longer, Su Ming's skin became rough and dry. He would pant and sweat profusely after walking just a few steps, feeling as if his blood and energy were depleted. Su Ming knew that this was not an illusion, but rather a sign of the decay of the five signs of decay.

"We can't wait any longer," Su Ming muttered to himself. He didn't want to search the world for rare and precious materials like looking for a needle in a haystack anymore. While there was still time, finding a solution on his own was the most urgent thing to do.

However, I never expected that the spiritual energy would be so depleted before the 'Dawn' era was even approaching. The land that was once full of immortal herbs and divine trees is now covered with weeds and withered trees.

Was that disaster really that terrifying? It even severely damaged the very foundation of the world.

Su Ming pondered. During his travels across the continent these past few days, he had noticed some signs. Countless dragon veins and water veins lay dormant, brewing a vast amount of vital energy, as if they were well-trained and acting in unison under the unseen will of the world.

We are ready for a grand, momentous eruption; if it succeeds, it will reshape the world and extend for immeasurable time; if it fails, it will be utterly destroyed.

"As expected of a world, it is vast in size. A few setbacks are not enough to destroy it." Su Ming murmured. He could see that this world still had some hope of turning things around, so although he coveted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he did not use it.

He witnessed that great war in the beginning, which directly tore the heavens and earth apart. Now, it has suffered another blow, and the origin of the world is becoming weaker and weaker. It will be even more difficult to ascend in the future.

Su Ming silently comprehended the fragments of the spacetime laws within his body. This was a great crisis, but also a great opportunity. The Calamity End Tiger Martial Soul inherited the original spacetime attributes, absorbed the fragments of the Great Dao of Spacetime, and wove its own True God Laws, allowing him to go further and further in the True God Realm and accumulate profound strength.

Having reached this point, he has already reached the pinnacle of cultivation within the Soul Master system; the path ahead is for him to explore on his own.

The title "True God Realm" was acquired by Su Ming. The so-called third-level gods, second-level gods, first-level main gods, and god kings are all included in this level. The difference in strength is only determined by the amount and intensity of the power they wield. In essence, they are still just true gods.

Su Ming once collected and studied all the powers of the dark side, but later abandoned them because he had already comprehended these laws and woven them into the laws of the Great Dao within his own body, merging them with his soul rings and sublimating each soul ring into a divine ring and divine skill.

Its external manifestations revealed multiple laws, forming nine overlapping nine-colored crowns, making it even stronger than Tang San was back then, and able to rival the creation represented by the Heavenly Dao.

Su Mingwei was incredibly strong, but at this moment he encountered a major problem.

Rumble!

The crystalline and brilliant laws of time intertwined within the vast purple haze, pressing down heavily and nearly tearing Su Ming's body to pieces. Even so, his dull and withered skin showed signs of cracking.

Time is like a knife, sharp and unforged, severing the very source.

Su Ming used his supreme power to circulate his cultivation technique, attempting to suppress and wear down the opponent, but he could not achieve complete success, and there were always setbacks.

Its body is decaying, its blood and energy are depleted, like a rotten iron pot that cannot hold too much water, as it will all leak out, showing signs of its twilight years and the end of its life.

Even the most miraculous herbs are useless; this is a sign that Su Ming is heading towards annihilation. No one can save him, and no precious medicine can bring him back to life.

In this situation, only by achieving Nirvana and transcending mortality, by taking an ultimate leap, can one hope to live a second life.

Su Ming possessed various miraculous soul skills, including the ability to transform into the Heavenly Demon and the ability to possess other beings, but at this moment, he was suppressed by the spacetime fragments within his body.

"The River of Time and Space truly lives up to its reputation as a power that only the supreme beings could access. Even considering the scale of the Douluo Continent, its divine might is unfathomable." Su Ming frowned.

He was on the verge of an extremely dangerous situation; he would not live to see another life and would directly pass away, heading towards the end of his life.

For several days in a row, Su Ming sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, maintaining that dying state. His Nightmare Illusion had also been sublimated into a divine skill, creating a real dream, a fleeting dream, a thousand years in an instant, performing magic there.

"First, create a celestial embryo to preserve yourself." Su Ming was already very old and struggled to stand up, but his supernatural powers had not diminished. He activated the Supreme Furnace Technique, devouring the vast amount of matter and transforming it into a massive amount of divinity.

Ultimately, a pure white and delicate fairy embryo formed, enveloping Su Ming, with fine feather patterns spreading across its surface, as if it were ascending to immortality.

Putting everything else aside, the Calamity End Tiger has an exceptional ability to survive, and that is where Su Ming's chance of survival lies.

As time passed, the placenta-like furnace preserved Su Ming's strange state of neither birth nor death, buying him the most precious time.

Just three years later, this place erupted with a blood-red aura that pierced the heavens, startling all living beings on the continent. Everyone gazed in one direction, and no matter how far away, they all saw the fragments of time bursting forth, witnessing a spectacle that would shock the ages.

Amidst the overwhelming surge of blood energy, the Underworld Lord reappeared, slowly rising to his feet. He underwent a rebirth amidst the boundless blood energy and powerful vitality, rising anew.

Chapter 327 A Familiar Encounter: The Swallow Returns (Part 5)

The Underworld Lord was reborn, his life force as vast as the ocean. He rose up amidst the towering purple clouds, standing tall in the heavens, looking down upon the vast earth and dominating the human realm.

This shocked the world, causing an uproar, followed by utter astonishment. It was so revolutionary; no one had expected that the Lord of the Underworld, who had been gone for so long, would return. Was he here to save the world from its suffering?

Su Ming ignored the observations of some contemporary masters. He returned against all odds, his true demeanor unparalleled, his youth astonishing, his long black hair flowing freely, like a god, eternal and immortal, his entire body radiating immortal brilliance.

With every gesture, he could manipulate the endless stars in the sky, causing ripples in time and space. Su Ming could be considered to have reached the pinnacle of the True God Realm, having pushed every law in Douluo Continent to its extreme.

After Nirvana digested the fragments of spacetime, his research into the laws of spacetime deepened, and various spiritual energy organs within Su Ming's body, such as the Supreme Furnace and the Innate Fetal Breathing, seemed to want to recreate the world.

Three hundred and sixty-five acupoints, each expanding like a starry sky, the soul core manifesting its origin, like divine holy spirits sitting in the heavens, their faces similar to Su Ming's. This is the spirits surrounding the body, evolving into a microcosm within the body.

"I've reached the end of the path of a Douluo Soul Master. Perhaps I should be called a 'path-ending' expert," Su Ming said self-deprecatingly. He had no reference points now, his cultivation future was uncertain, and he didn't know where the road lay.

He finally understood why so many gods abandoned their divine positions, left Douluo, and wandered far away—they were all seekers of the Dao.

"But I still have unfinished business. Besides, world upgrading might not be a bad thing. I can't abandon a stable rear base and go on my own. That would be too dangerous." Su Ming's eyes were deep. He had thought a lot, but he still had to deal with the things in front of him.

The reborn Su Ming possessed a vigorous and boundless energy, and his view of the world was completely different.

He sensed the power he once held, now shattered, spreading across the world. As Su Ming traveled far and wide, gazing beyond the heavens, he couldn't help but smile.

Some of these deities left their descendants, while others used the world to regenerate authority and innate deities, achieving a different kind of rebirth. Still others made arrangements for their offspring.

Su Ming saw that in the chaos, the forces of creation and destruction intertwined, like the resonance of Yin and Yang, forming a nine-colored embryo, inside which a crystal clear and exquisite nine-colored true dragon was coiled.

"Is this a contingency plan left behind by Creation? There's an aura from Gu Yuena. Could this be the legendary Dragon God?" Su Ming pondered.

The boy then looked at the two strange embryos floating in the chaos in the distance.

One of them was a drop of purple liquid enveloped by wisps of black and red destructive laws, constantly exuding an aura of calamity; the other was a small, brilliant green tree enveloped by a misty, emerald-green haze, brimming with a powerful life force.

The two are like twins born of the same mother, or like two lotus flowers growing side by side in the universe, resonating with each other, complementing each other, and neither can be missing.

"The Destruction Source Liquid and the Mother Tree of Life, these are rare treasures in the world, this aura..." Su Ming looked at the two embryos, each enveloped by supreme laws, which had already vaguely formed the incomplete Destruction Authority and the Life Authority.

These are all like countless dormant dragon veins, accumulating the power for the world's rebirth. However, re-nurturing innate deities is a heavy burden on the world, and it is a necessary measure.

"I never imagined that destruction and life were conceived in this era, seemingly a step later than the Dragon God. Who knows when they will take human form." Su Ming sighed softly, thinking of how Destruction helped him resist Tang San a long time ago.

Cause and effect are cyclical; every sip and every bite is predetermined.

"Fine, I'll help you this once to repay your kindness." Su Ming used his supreme divine power to summon back the fragments of destruction and the power of life that had been scattered across the heavens and earth.

Strands of black and red and emerald green mist gathered and coalesced, forming a dazzling and intricate mark, which was imprinted on the two embryos.

The innate gods are all destined, but they are not necessarily the only ones to be destroyed. Their authority is shattered into countless pieces, and every living being has the opportunity to embark on the path to godhood. The battles and struggles involved are beyond everyone's imagination.

What Su Ming did was to decree that destruction and life were the only two things, saving them countless years of hard work.

With a rumble, two embryos floated in the chaos, each radiating a brilliant light. Emerald green and dark red intertwined, and two hazy wills were born, gazing at the departing boy's back. This scene seemed to become eternal.