Swallowing the Stars, Hu Yanbo's Pre-Godhood

The smile on the Demon King's face froze completely, the color drained instantly, and his eyes, which were originally full of smugness and cruel mockery, were now filled with boundless horror!

"Instant... teleportation?!" He abruptly stood up from his throne, his body trembling slightly from extreme shock and fear. His voice was hoarse and shrill, completely out of control. "It's you?! Huyan Bo?! How could you still be alive?!"

"How can you teleport?!"

Fragments of memories from thousands of years ago surged forth, and he finally delivered a soul attack to Huyanbo. Even if he didn't kill him, it probably would have helped him grow stronger!

But this figure before me!!!

Hu Yanbo stood there quietly, showing no interest in answering the Demon King's foolish question.

His gaze swept indifferently over the maids who were prostrate on the ground, trembling and not daring to breathe, before finally settling back on the Demon Hand King.

"It seems..." Hu Yanbo's voice was calm and even, yet carried a cold, judgmental tone, "that you have lived quite comfortably for the past few thousand years."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was like an invisible, ancient divine mountain, crashing down on the Demon Hand King's soul!

"Ugh...!" The Demon Hand King let out a painful groan from his throat.

He was horrified to find that he was trembling all over, and even when he wanted to beg for mercy, he couldn't bring himself to speak!

The invisible pressure contained in the language alone made this immortal king panic to the point of losing control of his body and divine power, like a lamb to the slaughter!

The returning Huyanbo before him had reached a level of strength that was completely beyond his comprehension!

That pressure... far exceeded his understanding of the advanced level of the King-level, and was even more terrifying than the peak level of the King-level he had ever seen!

"Demon Hand King, I hereby declare that your lifespan has come to an end!" Hu Yanbo slowly raised one hand, and invisible darkness seemed to flow and condense at his fingertips.

The Demon King's pupils constricted to their limit, overwhelmed by boundless despair.

He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, wanting to ask the other party why they had become so powerful!

But Huyanbo didn't give him any chance to speak at all.

"it's over."

Hu Yanbo raised his finger and lightly tapped the Demon Hand King, seemingly casually.

call out!

A black lotus flower with shimmering edges appeared out of thin air within the Demon Hand King's divine body!

"No--!!!"

The Demon Hand King only had time to let out a silent, utterly terrifying scream from the deepest part of his soul!

The next moment, all his consciousness and thoughts were completely melted away and turned into absolute nothingness by the pure and ultimate annihilation power the moment the black lotus bloomed, just like ice and snow under the sun.

The frozen horror and despair on his face became his final expression.

puff.

The Demon King's divine body, devoid of all soul energy, fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the cold ground with a dull thud.

A king who was granted immortality was thus annihilated, both in body and spirit!

From the appearance of Hu Yanbo to the fall of the Demon Hand King, the whole process took only a blink of an eye.

Inside the hall, there was a deathly silence.

The prostrate maids hadn't even fully grasped what was happening; they only felt the terrifying pressure that froze their souls, and... the life force of their cruel master vanished instantly, like a candle flame extinguished by the wind.

Hu Yanbo didn't even glance at the corpse of the Demon Hand King, as if he had casually crushed an ant.

He shifted his gaze slightly, landing on the terrified maids in the hall, and spoke calmly, his voice still cold, yet carrying a hint of pity that was barely perceptible.

"You are free."

Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred and disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a deathly silence in the hall.

The revenge is complete.

Beyond the planet Demon Hand, in the boundless starry sky.

Hu Yanbo gazed at the dark green planet that was gradually receding into the distance.

Eternal silence surrounded him, with only the faint light of distant stars casting cold spots of light on his dark armor.

Great revenge.

His obsession of thousands of years was just ended by his own hands.

The expected ecstasy did not occur; instead, a profound and indescribable tranquility prevailed.

It was as if a giant rock, weighed down by millions of years and accumulated over the deepest part of the soul, had silently crumbled, turned into dust, and scattered with the wind.

An unprecedented sense of clarity emanated from the deepest part of his soul.

My thoughts flowed like a river of stars.

"It's over!" Hu Yanbo thought to himself, his voice as calm as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"The karma accumulated over thousands of years has finally been repaid today."

This feeling is incredibly wonderful.

Like an invisible chain that has been wrapped around his soul since he transmigrated, he has always regarded it as the driving force that spurs him forward.

But when it suddenly breaks, what it brings is not just a sense of relief, but a feeling of weightlessness, vastness, and freedom.

In that moment of weightlessness, his will seemed to break free from the last invisible constraint!

hum…

Hu Yanbo seemed to be able to "hear" the subtle hum emanating from the core of his own will.

It was the excitement before transformation, the expansive feeling before breaking free from the cocoon.

Just like...

A mountain range that had endured millions of years of glacial compression, had long since become one with the ice, and was indestructible, suddenly had its endless ice melt away silently.

The mountain range is still the same mountain range, but its core seems to have been cleansed, becoming more refined and pure, and... possessing unlimited potential for growth.

This transformation is not a direct increase in power, but it is far more precious than a simple increase in divine power!

"Hoo—" Hu Yanbo slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes becoming even more determined.

The end of revenge is not the end, but a... brand new beginning.

"Today, I will slay the Demon King as easily as crushing an ant."

"If one day, a supreme being of the universe, or even someone stronger, regards me as an ant and seeks to kill me, what should I do?"

This thought, like a thunderclap, exploded in his clear mind, bringing not fear, but the ultimate clarity and the most powerful motivation!

What is the essential difference between the despair and powerlessness that the Demon Hand King felt in front of him and the despair and powerlessness that Hu Yanbo might face in front of an even stronger opponent in the future?

It's just a difference between a slightly larger ant and a slightly smaller ant!

He absolutely refused to accept this!

Absolutely not!

He would never entrust his fate to the kindness or negligence of others!

He absolutely did not want to one day find himself like the Demon Hand King of today, without even the right to struggle, his life hanging by a thread between him and a stronger being!

"Power! Only absolute power is the eternal truth of the universe!"

"The power to control one's own destiny! The power that the sanctuary cherishes!"

"May those who chant my true name on the path of reincarnation one day proceed smoothly!"

This yearning, far greater and more fundamental than the obsession with revenge, became the new core driving his soul!

"Huyanbo!" he whispered his name. "Your journey has only just begun."