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Chapter 1519 - 931: An Lan: That Cruel Man is Watching Me

Chapter 1519: Chapter 931: An Lan: That Cruel Man is Watching Me

"Ah..." Tu Wa Zi immediately felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind, like a thunderclap on a clear day. His vision went black, and his brain short-circuited. For a long time, he couldn’t utter a single word.

When he first entered the village, he was young and naïve, a stranger who was naturally cautious. The Lin Family treated him as one of their own, which deeply moved him. He quickly integrated into the village, but who could have expected this...

However, Tu Wa Zi quickly thought of something, "Brother Lin, the Lord has established the Underworld and controls the Cycle of Reincarnation. Death is not the end. Grandma Lin should be able to meet us again, right?"

Old man Tu, the first living person he met upon entering the world, had informed him of this. Moreover, his biological parents were the same. Although they had passed away, he could see them every ten days or so, each time for about three days.

"Indeed so," Boss Lin affirmed with a nod, the sadness in his expression fading, replaced by a look of disbelief and awe. "The Lord is such a heroic figure, genuinely holding the reins of reincarnation. We can only look up to such a feat."

Tu Wa Zi made no comment, shared the sentiment, even though he was now a Supreme Giant in both existence and strength. He still felt like a frog at the bottom of a well when faced with the Lord.

With Meng Po in the Underworld, the forever wandering wraiths were no longer aimless. The Underworld was beginning to function properly.

Coupled with the treasures Jiang Hui extracted from the dragon eggs for awakening spirits, a spontaneously formed market emerged within just a few days.

Although officials like Meng Po, Ox-Head, Horse-Face, and the Judges were considered low-ranking and part of the grassroots level, they were essential for the basic operations of the Underworld.

It’s not to say that Yama and the Ghost Emperor aren’t important; they are the foundation and cornerstone of the Underworld, managing everything as a whole.

After returning from the Underworld, Jiang Hui immediately entered the Questioning Path Divine Bamboo Forest to meditate.

He left no stone unturned to gain more experience points.

However, the results this time were still minimal.

Given his current strength, his realm was already so high that ascending to the next stage, the Sacrificial Path State, was beyond the capabilities of the Divine Bamboo Forest to provide enlightenment.

Jiang Hui could sense this.

But even the smallest gains matter.

With dark beings nearly eradicated by him, the Alien Territory pacified, and the Immortal Domain at peace, there were no other avenues for gaining experience points. He couldn’t just wander around to gain a few points; his current status and position would draw too much attention, potentially causing panic in the Immortal Domain.

Furthermore, this method could not be repeated frequently; it was the last resort. Only if there were no other means would Jiang Hui consider such a flashy approach. That time hadn’t come yet.

Upon leaving the Divine Bamboo Forest, Jiang Hui headed straight to the back mountain.

Recent events had kept him occupied, and the primordial spirits of the Immortal Kings from the Alien Territory, along with the Three Dark Emperors and the Destroyer Elder, were still held captive in a small world he had created. Now that he had some time, he thought he might as well deal with them.

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In the small world, isolated from heaven and earth, a vast space stood alone, like a forbidden zone.

No one dared to step in lightly, and no one could even if they tried.

As far as the eye could see,

the ground cracked open like parched skin, with deep fissures like the wounds of a fierce beast. Instead of clear springs, they poured out boiling magma, like the furious, surging blood of the earth.

Rivers of magma interwove, eventually converging into an endless sea of fire. The scorching heat surged towards the sky, as if to incinerate the entire space.

In the sky, the scene was even more magnificent. Countless enormous suns hung above, each radiating dazzling light, like the eyes of gods, gazing down with cold, majestic judgment.

The scorching sunlight pierced through the clouds, mercilessly illuminating the land, shrouding everything in a blinding white glow. Even the air seemed to twist and evaporate.

At the center of this fiery sea and blazing sun, a protruding open-air plaza hovered, covered with numerous heavy iron cages, casually arranged together like a miniature city of cages.

These iron cages held the once mighty Dark King, the Immortal King, and the Fallen Immortal King, all shivering and in an even more miserable state.

And on the plaza beneath the iron cages, the fiery sea roiled, with countless figures floating densely, impossible to count—the Dark Army and the Mysterious Army.

Among them, the strongest were equivalent to True Immortals, the weakest at the Divine Realm, all significant figures in the outside world,

but now they could only struggle desperately within the endless sea of fire, consumed and spat out by the flames, unable to escape.

At that moment, the sea of fire suddenly surged even more violently. Huge python-like flames shot out from the fire, fierce and divine, rushing towards the sky.

In the distance, lightning flashed and thunder roared amid dense clouds, followed by a torrential downpour of bean-sized fire raindrops.

This bizarre phenomenon caused the dark kings, immortal kings, and fallen immortal kings locked in iron cages to look instinctively,

In this place where time held no meaning and the scene remained unchanged, they had no idea how long they had been imprisoned. It was their first time witnessing any disturbance, and it filled them with dread.

At the edge of their vision,

the world cracked open at one point,

and a towering figure stepped forward.

His eyes gleamed, deep and mysterious.

Jiang Hui gazed down at the kings imprisoned in the iron cages. His heart stirred with some emotion. He couldn’t help but admire the numerous kings he had slain, each an outstanding achievement. Combined with the recent eerie kings, the sheer number of these kingly beings could nearly form a true army.

As Jiang Hui looked down upon these kings, they, in turn, looked at him.

He didn’t deliberately conceal his presence.

So, when they recognized the face of this god of slaughter from their memories, the kings were stunned.

Especially the Immortal Kings, like An Lan and Yu Tuo, memories of past torments resurfaced, causing them to tremble like leaves.

Jiang Hui said nothing, merely waved his hand. Figures fell from his palm like dumplings,

revealing the eerie kings he had slain.

Feeling the king’s realm aura from these eerie kings, An Lan was utterly dumbfounded, his eyes wide with fear.

This god of slaughter had been where?!

The most baffling thing was, how could there be so many kings below the heavens?

In mere moments, it seemed as if hundreds more iron cages had appeared.

Each iron cage represented a king, simply unimaginable. Were kings so worthless now?

Just then, An Lan felt a tightness in his chest. An invisible force seemed to grip his fate’s throat, filling him with icy dread, even in his primordial spirit state.

An Lan’s heart screamed in alarm.

That unfathomable, ruthless figure was looking at him!