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

"No--!!!"

The Killing God Domain, like a burst dam of blood, spread outwards from Tang Hao. He had lost Ah Yin, and now, he had lost even his last shred of hope.

……

Icy.

Light and airy.

Tang San felt as if he had sunk into an endless deep sea. But he soon realized that he had not lost consciousness.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

There were no broken arenas, no scattered metal weapons, and no clamor of Martial Soul City around him. He floated in a boundless void, with a rolling sea of ​​purple clouds beneath his feet. He looked down at his hands.

The palm is translucent, with a faint blue fluorescent glow.

"A spirit?" Tang San was stunned.

One second he was on the ring, watching the massive explosion of liquid metal right before his eyes. How did he end up in this strange place?

"We meet again so soon."

A voice, tinged with languor and a hint of mockery, echoed from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

Purple clouds swirled to both sides, and a figure exuding pure evil slowly emerged. He had no spirit rings, but the natural pressure he emanated caused Tang San's soul to instinctively tremble.

The Evil God King.

Tang San immediately realized that he was in the God Realm!

One day in the God Realm is equivalent to one year in the mortal realm. Although a long time has passed since he last entered the God Realm on Douluo Continent, it has probably only been one day in the God Realm.

Tang San steadied himself in mid-air and respectfully bowed: "Greetings, Senior. I... what happened to me? Why am I here in this state?"

The evil god-king looked at his transparent spirit form, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you understand?" The God-King's voice was calm. "You are dead."

Although he had some suspicions, he was still stunned when the truth came out.

"I... am dead?" Tang San raised his head, his transparent face filled with astonishment.

"This is impossible! The Divine Trial clearly has rules that forbid either side from killing the other before the final Divine Trial duel! How dare Qian San kill me on the stage? Are the rules just for show?!"

He was furious and resentful. He had always believed that with the rules of the Divine Examination as his immunity, even if he lost, he would never lose his life.

The evil god-king shook his head, looking at him as if he were an innocent child.

"Rules do exist. But rules are rigid, people are flexible," the Evil God King said calmly. "He didn't use a single-target finishing move to target your vitals. He simply unleashed a wide-range, indiscriminate soul skill on the arena."

The God-King paused, a hint of mockery in his voice: "You couldn't withstand it and died in the area-of-effect attack. This only proves your weakness. If the God Realm holds him accountable, he can easily argue that it was just an accidental mistake during the competition, a case of mistaken identity caused by the excessive power of a soul skill. The divine test restricts 'premeditated murder,' not 'accidental injury.' He exploited a loophole in the rules and eliminated you."

"In other words, even if I hold him accountable, he can find a hundred reasons to exonerate himself."

Tang San fell completely silent.

A bead of cold sweat slid down his spirit body. What a ruthless scheme. Qian San was not bound by the rules at all, but instead took advantage of the blind spots in the rules to openly and fairly eliminate him on the final stage.

Seeing Tang San's dejected appearance, the Evil God King changed the subject.

"However, you are not entirely without a chance."

Tang San suddenly raised his head, as if grasping at a straw: "Senior, are you saying that I can be resurrected? Is there really a way?"

The evil god-king did not answer directly, but slowly raised his right hand.

A strange wisp of purplish-black energy swirled and twisted above his palm. This energy was extremely weak, but as soon as it appeared, Tang San felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"The last time you came to the God Realm, I discovered a deeply hidden divine consciousness within your body," the Evil God King said slowly, looking at the wisp of purplish-black energy. "That divine consciousness attempted to lurk deep within your soul. Now, I have completely obliterated the will of that divine consciousness, leaving only this wisp of the purest primordial divine power."

The God King flicked his finger, and the wisp of black energy drifted to Tang San's front.

"This wisp of divine power also belongs to the realm of evil, but its power is exactly the opposite of mine." The Evil God King's gaze deepened. "Most importantly, it doesn't belong to Douluo Continent. It comes from another world."

another world.

Klein, Zhu Muhei!

Tang San clearly remembered that Zhu Muhei said he came from another world, but he died right after saying that and was eventually devoured by Tang San. That was also the first Soul Master Tang San devoured.

At the time, Tang San only thought the other party was going mad before death, but now, this wisp of evil divine power from another world was truly right in front of him. In addition, he himself was a visitor from another world who had transmigrated with memories of his previous life in the Tang Sect.

Tang San stared intently at the distorted divine power before him.

Zhu Muhei, otherworldly divine power, and himself, a transmigrator. This is no coincidence.

He suddenly realized that beneath the surface of grudges and feuds in Douluo Continent, he seemed to be touching upon a truth hidden on the other side of the world.

"The owner of this wisp of divine consciousness is at the same level as me, both being God Kings."

The Evil God King looked at the twisting divine power at his fingertips, his tone completely calm: "But it was just a rootless divine consciousness after all, unable to cause any trouble in front of me. I crushed it with a wave of my hand. However, she destroyed herself very decisively, and I only managed to extract some fragmented memories."

Tang San floated in the void, holding his breath.

"The only thing we can be sure of now is that another parallel world exists."

"There is also a Douluo Continent there, and there is also a God Realm. And the people you met were outsiders who crossed over from that realm."

A parallel world. Arrived from another realm.

These words struck Tang San's mind like a hammer blow, instantly tearing away all the fog in his heart.

He suddenly raised his head, and the faces of the people from the Tiandou Second Team flashed through his mind.

Qian San, Xiao Qing, Dai Zhuqing, Yu Rongrong...

He should have realized it sooner! The names and martial spirit attributes of these people all betrayed a clear intention to target Shrek Academy. They weren't reclusive geniuses cultivated on the Douluo Continent at all; they were all clones from another world!

But a deep chill immediately crept into Tang San's heart. In his previous life, he had jumped into the Ghost's Sorrowful Cave, barely managing to cross over with his soul thanks to the Tang Sect's secret techniques and a sliver of luck. How could Qian San and the others have crossed over in such a large group? What level of power was behind them?