Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

"I'm not a member of the Zhu family at all... I'm from another world! I'm not from this world!"

A mournful roar echoed between the damp stone walls of the dungeon.

Zhu Muhei's mental defenses had completely collapsed. In order to stop this torment that was worse than death, he used the last of his strength to roar out the biggest secret in his heart.

However, the very next instant after he uttered those words, something unexpected happened!

Without any warning, a golden light suddenly flashed and disappeared deep within Zhu Muhei's unfocused pupils.

"Well……"

Zhu Muhei's agonizing screams abruptly ceased, as if an invisible hand had instantly crushed his throat. His violently convulsing body stiffened abruptly, then his head drooped limply, and he hung on the chains like a lump of mud, completely lifeless.

Tang San was stunned.

He was still holding the red-hot, sizzling branding iron in his hand, staring at Zhu Muhei, who had died instantly in front of him.

"This...is he dead?"

Tang San threw away the branding iron, and his Purple Demon Eyes instantly activated, vigilantly scanning every dark corner of the entire cell.

There were no fluctuations of soul power, no sound of weapons cutting through the air, and no aura of any other powerful figures.

In this dungeon, which was tightly locked with refined iron, there were only the two of them from beginning to end.

Tang San strode forward, grabbed Zhu Muhei's carotid artery, and simultaneously sent out a wisp of spiritual energy to pierce into the other's brow.

Empty.

Zhu Muhei's spiritual sea has been completely shattered, leaving not even a trace of his remnant soul.

"Who did this?" Tang San's fingers stiffened slightly, a chill running down his spine to his head.

"Soul restriction?"

Because he spoke the truth about another world, crossing a line, he was directly obliterated by a restriction lurking deep within his soul?

Tang San took two steps back, his chest heaving violently.

"Another world..."

These five words were like a heavy hammer, striking Tang San's heart hard.

If someone else heard this, they would most likely think that Zhu Muhei had been tortured and driven mad, and was talking nonsense.

But Tang San was different; he not only believed it, but believed most of it!

Because he himself, carrying the memories of the Tang Clan of Bashu from his previous life, mysteriously transmigrated to this Douluo Continent!

Since Tang San was able to get here, it's possible that others could also travel here.

"If Zhu Muhei comes from another world... then what about Qian San?"

Tang San's mind flashed back to the scene in the Soul Arena where Qian San skillfully used "Ghost Shadow Perception" and "Mysterious Jade Hand".

The mystery that had puzzled him for so long seemed to finally have an absurd yet uniquely reasonable explanation at this moment.

"Could it be... that everyone in Qian San's academy is a transmigrator?!"

Tang San felt a dry mouth and throat, and then thought it was simply unrealistic.

How could such a miraculous feat of defying fate and traversing the heavens possibly occur in large numbers?

Moreover, if everyone is a time traveler, why does Zhu Muhei seem so ordinary to him?

He was certain that, apart from himself, there was no other transmigrator in Shrek Academy.

"Regardless of where they come from, the elder behind Qian San who can plant such an instant-annihilation restriction deep in the soul of his disciples must be a ruthless and powerful figure." Tang San forcibly suppressed these chaotic thoughts.

When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. No matter what earth-shattering secret Zhu Muhei was hiding, he is now just a still-warm corpse.

Tang San stared at the body hanging on the chains, his once clear eyes now consumed by a deep, evil light. The evil divine mark deep between his brows flickered faintly.

"Since they're already dead, let's not waste them."

A cruel smirk curled at the corner of Tang San's lips. He slowly raised his right hand.

"Buzz—"

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple—four spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

The fourth soul ring from the Soul-Devouring Yin Fiend Wolf quietly lit up.

"Fourth Soul Skill, [Soul-Devouring Poison]!"

From Tang San's palm, dozens of mutated Blue Silver Grasses, which were dark green and covered with barbs, surged out like venomous snakes, directly piercing through Zhu Muhei's already torn flesh and deeply embedding themselves in his meridians and blood vessels.

A horrific scene unfolded in the dungeon.

Under this domineering evil devouring, the remaining soul power, the life force that had not yet completely dissipated, and the essence blood in Zhu Muhei's body were being forcibly drawn out continuously along the vines of the Blue Silver Grass!

With a chilling hissing sound, Zhu Muhei's once plump flesh withered and shrank at a visible speed.

Tang San closed his eyes and let out a low, satisfying roar.

He could clearly feel an energy carrying a hint of blood and resentment surging wildly into his body through the Blue Silver Grass. He immediately sat down cross-legged, and the Mysterious Heaven Technique began to circulate rapidly within his body.

Although this external energy was mixed, it was quickly transformed into his own soul power under the guidance of the Mysterious Heaven Technique.

"Click!"

Level 43!

Tang San didn't stop, and continued to intensify the absorption. The eerie green light on the Blue Silver Grass grew stronger and stronger, while Zhu Muhei on the iron chains had completely turned into a dried-up corpse, skin and bones.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Click!"

Tang San only slowly withdrew the Blue Silver Grass after Zhu Muhei's body had been completely transformed into a scattered, pale white skeleton by the devouring and corrosive toxins, with even a trace of marrow drained.

He opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of foul-smelling blood.

After absorbing his fourth spirit ring, his spirit power level had just reached level 42.

Now, having devoured a Soul Master, he has actually jumped two levels, directly reaching level forty-four!

Tang San silently felt the immense yet somewhat restless new power within his body.

He knew in his heart that the power he obtained through devouring was ultimately somewhat impure. He needed to spend some time using the Mysterious Heaven Technique to slowly settle and cleanse the impurities, otherwise it would inevitably affect his foundation.

However, once he got hooked on the thrill of leveling up by watching his soul power surge rapidly without having to put in any hard work, he couldn't stop!

"No wonder there are fallen soul masters in this world... The taste of taking shortcuts is indeed fascinating."

Tang San stood up from the ground and coldly kicked away the pale white skull at his feet. The bone rolled into a corner of the dark dungeon, making a crisp clanging sound.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick walls of the dungeon, looking towards the distant horizon.