Battle Through the Heavens: Xiao Yan, who was kidnapped to another world

The Ghost King had no interest in Tang San's anger. If it had already completely corrupted Tang San's mind, it would have already taken over Tang San's body and left this hellish place.

“I understand,” the Ghost King said with a solemn nod, “but I still don’t recommend you take the second path, after all, it requires the power of your blood relatives…”

"What do you mean?"

Tang San, who was getting impatient because of Ghost King's repeated "persuasion", suddenly heard a very crucial sentence.

"...The second path requires the power of your blood relatives," the Ghost King said slowly after a long silence. "You should also understand that I was not a good person in my previous life."

Tang San nodded silently. Even though he had become more extreme under the influence of the Ghost King, he had not lost his ability to think. He still had his own deductions about the Ghost King's identity, even if these deductions had nothing to do with the Ghost King's true identity.

"While I was still alive..."

In the following period, Tang San learned a lot of information from the Ghost King. In addition to the Ghost King's "origin", there was also a whole set of divine skills that used one's own blood relatives as sacrifices to raise one's strength to the Limit Douluo level.

"I've said everything I needed to say," the Ghost King concluded after a long silence. "The choice... is up to you."

After leaving behind those words, the Ghost King fell silent. If Tang San hadn't been able to sense the Ghost King's presence in his sea of ​​consciousness, he might have thought the Ghost King was completely dead.

"...In which direction are the people who are still alive and closely related to me by blood?" After the Ghost King fell silent, Tang San also pondered for a long time. Finally, as dawn was about to break, he squeezed out a sentence from his throat.

"Sigh..." Ghost King sighed deeply, "In the southwest direction, judging from blood relations, he should be your... grandfather, a level 99 Limit Douluo."

In fact, the closest person the Ghost King sensed who was related to Tang San by blood was in the northeast, a weakling at only level nine. If one really wanted to cultivate that technique, starting with that level nine person would be the best choice, but...

'That guy's over there…' The Ghost King looked warily towards the northeast, 'The Flame Ancestral Symbol…'

*

Three years later, standing next to the man known as the King of Slaughter, Tang San looked at him expressionlessly.

"Have you decided?" The King of Slaughter lowered his head and looked at Tang San. "Become a guest elder of the City of Slaughter, or... become mud on the ground."

Looking down at the blood and flesh at his feet, Tang San asked in his heart, 'Is it him? The level 99 Limit Douluo? My grandfather?' After achieving a hundred consecutive victories in the City of Slaughter, Tang San finally had the qualifications to stand in front of this person. However, without the help of the Ghost King, he had no chance of defeating the King of Slaughter.

"It's him," the Ghost King chuckled softly, having barely recovered a fraction of his strength after absorbing endless blood and malice over three years. "Tang Chen... your grandfather, a level 99 Limit Douluo. Now, make your choice."

'Let him become your strength, or ask him for help and let him avenge you.'

From the King of Slaughter, the Ghost King sensed an aura that intoxicated it. If it could devour the King of Slaughter... no, it should be devouring the King of Slaughter and the person behind him who gave off this aura, it might be able to reassemble its demonic form.

'Kill him.'

What sustained Tang San through these three years, besides his hatred for the Spirit Hall, Xiao Yan, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, was the "help" from the Ghost King. It can be said that at this point, Tang San and the Ghost King's puppet are no different. If it weren't for the concern that completely devouring Tang San would cause changes in the world and make Xiao Yan notice his existence, the Ghost King would have already taken action.

"no problem!"

Controlling Tang San's body, the Ghost King emitted a voice that sounded like it came from the deepest hell. Then, he reached out and placed his hand on the King of Slaughter's outstretched palm.

"Heh, good that you agree..." After a cold laugh, the King of Slaughter prepared to take Tang San to his castle, but he quickly sensed something was wrong. "What...did you do?"

The King of Slaughter, who was clearly aware of the loss of his soul power... no, that's not right. Not only his soul power, but also his internal organs and flesh were gradually being lost, and he was completely unable to break free from the hand of the person in front of him, had a look of horror in his eyes.

“You should have guessed it,” the Ghost King grinned, “Delicious…food!”

There are two consciousnesses within the body of the King of Slaughter. One of them is in a "coma" state, and if nothing unexpected happens, this is the consciousness of Tang San's grandfather, the one named Tang Chen. The other is full of wildness and is probably the consciousness of some kind of soul beast.

However, compared to these two thoughts, the Ghost King was more concerned about something else—

"There are other things in the sky!" The Ghost King looked up and laughed heartily.

Chapter 406 Fragments of the Past (Part 2)

"Shura?" The purple figure stepped into a magnificent palace, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

The palace walls were inlaid with dazzling divine stones, their light shimmering and reflecting in his deep purple eyes. His gaze fell on the red figure in the very center of the palace, his brows furrowing slightly, and he called out as if somewhat uncertain.

"Destruction? What are you doing here?" The red figure, who had been somewhat dazed, gradually cleared up upon hearing the voice, turning around to reveal a cold and stern face. His gaze swept over the purple figure, then noticed the gods behind him, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Hmm? Life, good, evil? What brings you here today?"

Immediately afterwards, the red figure's gaze passed over the several god-kings and landed on the various first-level gods under their command behind them. After sweeping over these first-level gods with different expressions, his gaze settled on the Rakshasa god with a somewhat sinister appearance.

"It's good that you're alright." The God of Destruction's voice was deep. He stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the God of Asura, as if trying to see through his appearance to his heart. "A few minutes ago, your aura suddenly dropped to a low point, but your divine power spread throughout the God Realm. We thought something had happened to you."

"His aura has dropped to a low point?" The Asura God frowned slightly, somewhat surprised by Destruction's words. After pondering for a moment, he raised his head, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Yes, I had a new idea about the expansion of the God Realm, so I used myself as an experiment... Unfortunately, it failed."

"What special ideas do we need?" The God of Evil leaned lazily against the door frame, arms crossed, a cynical smile on his lips, his tone tinged with mockery. "Just loosen the restrictions and recruit as many capable and powerful people as possible, right? In dozens of worlds, even if only one qualified person appears every ten thousand years, there will still be dozens of new people every twenty years."

"And then let you lot leave?" The God of Destruction glanced coldly at the God of Evil, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

Faced with the God of Destruction's questioning, the God of Evil chuckled and remained silent. Although a smile still lingered on his face, a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes. After all, he really was that old fellow who wanted to unload his burdens and leave the realm of gods.

"And you!" Seeing that the God of Evil was no longer responding, the God of Destruction turned his gaze to the God of Asura, his tone even colder, "If I remember correctly, you were one of those who wanted to leave, weren't you?" His voice echoed in the palace, carrying an unquestionable majesty. The green-clad woman standing beside him frowned slightly and gently tugged at his sleeve, seemingly trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"You'll have to ask Rakshasa about that," the Asura God's gaze passed over the God of Evil and landed on the sinister-looking first-level god behind him. "You've really done a good job making the person I chose a puppet of a strange beast!" His voice was deep, yet it carried an undeniable sense of oppression, as if the entire palace trembled slightly at his words.

These words immediately threw the God of Destruction into disarray. Like the other God-Kings, he turned around and looked at the Rakshasa God with a bewildered expression.

The gazes of the five great god-kings and the numerous first-level gods around them all fell upon the Rakshasa God. His smile faltered slightly. "Um, I just wanted to leave my legacy there as well..."

This seemingly effortless convenience left even the God of Destruction speechless. Although he didn't know how the Rakshasa God had managed it, but...

"The divine realm does not allow any god to be seriously injured without cause," the God of Destruction warned, turning around.

"Rakshasa is one of my old buddies, so give me some face, okay?" The God of Evil coughed lightly and shamelessly persuaded.

"I guarantee no one will die." The pleas of his two colleagues calmed the Asura God down a bit, and he replied calmly.

“Then there’s no problem,” the evil god, who knew how reliable the Asura God was, waved his hand. “Let’s go, let’s go. What happens next is between the Asura and the Rakshasa, so let’s not bother them!”

With their superiors having spoken, the many first-level gods under the Evil God's command glanced at the Rakshasa God with pity, then each of them gently patted the Rakshasa God on the shoulder before leaving the Asura God's temple together.

Seeing that the God of Evil had left, the God of Destruction and the God of Life exchanged a glance and nodded slightly. They then reminded the God of Asura to be careful with his actions before leaving with their subordinates, the Gods of Original Sin.

With the departure of many deities, only the Asura God and the Rakshasa God remained in the Asura Temple.

"Hmm, it seems... Asura is quite angry." Outside the Asura Temple, feeling the Asura God's surging aura and the Rakshasa God's divine power as delicate as a willow in the wind, the Evil God sighed.

"If it were you, the Rakshasa God could at most retain his divine position, right?" Beside him, the God of Kindness shook his head helplessly.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” the evil god chuckled. “However, it should be over soon.” Sensing the Asura God’s power gradually subsiding, the evil god nodded. For a moment, he felt ashamed for suspecting that the Asura God was planning to kill the Rakshasa God.

only--

"Thirty-six righteous gods and five great god-kings?" Within the Asura Temple, the Rakshasa God spoke in the voice of the Asura God, "After completely digesting the entire divine realm, it should be able to recover to the level of demon soldiers..."

Even the "Asura God" standing to one side had a bright smile on his face.

*

What is my approximate strength level now?

Above a collapsed mountain range, howling winds whipped up clouds of dust and debris. Tang San hovered in the air, his face ashen, his eyes cold and empty, like a soulless shell. The blood-red greatsword in his hand emitted a faint crimson light, reflecting on his calm face and the ruins of the Clear Sky Sect's mountain gate beneath his grasp.

With broken stone pillars, shattered plaques, and collapsed ancestral halls, it's hard for anyone to imagine that just a few minutes ago this was the majestic and magnificent headquarters of the number one sect in the world.

"Nirvana Realm." The Ghost King's voice echoed in Tang San's heart, dull and wooden, like a puppet whose soul had been emptied.

Since leaving the City of Slaughter, Ghost King has maintained this wooden and mechanical demeanor, never speaking on his own initiative again. He only gives simple answers when Tang San asks him questions, and that's all he does. Just like now, after answering the three words "Nirvana Realm," his voice falls silent, showing no intention of explaining the meaning of the word to Tang San.

"Nirvana Realm...?" Tang San murmured, looking down at the collapsed gate of the Haotian Sect.

"How can I completely break your seal?" Tang San asked after a moment.

Although Tang San was fairly certain that the reason Ghost King had become such a question-and-answer machine was because, before leaving the City of Slaughter, Ghost King had sent most of its soul, which was parasitizing him, to the owner of the blood-red greatsword in his hand, that was just his own speculation. If possible, Tang San still hoped to restore Ghost King to its original form.

"Blood sacrifice." That was still the simplest answer.

"How many people?" Tang San asked, not at all surprised by the answer of blood sacrifice.

no answer.

"One million?"

"..."

Two million?

……

The continuous silence gradually wore down all of Tang San's patience.

"Let's start with the Star Luo Empire..." Feeling the surging power within his body, Tang San slowly raised his head and looked towards the distant horizon, where dark clouds gathered, as if foreshadowing an impending storm. "If the Star Luo Empire isn't enough, then add the Heaven Dou Empire, and then the soul beasts—the soul beasts on land, the soul beasts in the sea..."

*

Turmoil broke out in the Star Luo Empire.

One day, a wealthy merchant who had returned from the Star Luo Empire spread such news. At first, no one believed such absurd words. After all, the Star Luo Empire's million-strong army was no joke, and a mere disturbance...

Ha! As long as the Star Luo Empire's army arrives in the city where the riots have begun, all the unrest will be quelled instantly!

Everyone thought so, even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, and the Heaven Dou Royal Family thought so. The only one who thought there might be an exception was Qian Daoliu. However, with Qian Renxue undergoing the inheritance of the Angel God, the turmoil in the Star Luo Empire was not even as important to Qian Daoliu as Bibi Dong seemed to be receiving the inheritance of some evil god.

It was within this kind of "trust" that city after city of the Star Luo Empire fell under the influence of incredibly terrifying and evil black energy.

"Is that enough?"

One day, looking at the whirlpool in the pool filled with blood and the constantly dropping water level, a hint of surprise flashed in Tang San's eyes. There was no trace of life within the vast Star Luo Empire. If he still hadn't succeeded, he would have no choice but to attack the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall.

If it were just an attack on these two forces, Tang San wouldn't hesitate at all. But precisely in the direction of the Spirit Hall, he sensed an extremely terrifying aura, as if something in that direction posed a threat to his life.

"But that's all!"

The blood in the "pool" had completely dried up, and an extremely fine crack appeared on the array that had merged with the earth—Tang San clearly remembered that there was no such crack when he came here last time.

"You actually managed to do this..." A voice that echoed from the abyss surged from the ground. Tang San's neck hair stood on end. He instantly shifted seven feet to the side using the Ghost Shadow Step. After stabilizing himself against the stone pillar, a brilliant red light appeared in his palm. The gilded fire lotus danced with a fiery red glow in his palm, making half of his face look like a demon.

"You've recovered?"

"No, it's still a long way off."

Black mist suddenly rose from the bottom of the blood pool, condensing into the illusory figure of the Ghost King. His eyes, burning with ghostly fire, swept over the fire lotus in Tang San's hand, and he let out a barely perceptible sneer, "However, there's no need for you to continue your conquests..."

"What do you mean?" Upon hearing those familiar words, Tang San took a half-inch back with his right leg. Feeling the heavy weight of the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, a smile appeared on his face. "Ready to discard the donkey after it has served its purpose?"

After all, he had once possessed a part of his soul in Tang San's body, so the Ghost King was fully aware of Tang San's initial apprehension and subsequent relaxation. However, precisely because he was so aware, the Ghost King couldn't understand why Tang San was so...confident about that lotus filled with gunpowder.

"Many people discard their tools after they've served their purpose, but unfortunately, I'm not one of them," the Ghost King said, though he didn't know where Tang San's confidence came from. "You want the power to destroy the world... don't you?"

Upon discovering that the Ghost King had "retreated" because of the Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, Tang San subconsciously revealed a bright smile, and then answered the Ghost King's question with a look of pity, "So?"

Unaware of the whereabouts of the majority of the soul parasitizing Tang San, nor the exact location of the person holding the Flame Ancestral Symbol, the Ghost King ignored Tang San's suicidal tone and calmly said, "You now have two choices: continue using my power or... devour the power contained in this sealing formation."

"Which one is stronger?" Tang San asked without hesitation.

“The power within the sealing formation is equivalent to all my current power,” Ghost King replied, very satisfied with Tang San’s choice. “However… you should know who took away the true power of this sealing formation.”