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

"If ordinary hidden weapons aren't enough, then let's use mechanical hidden weapons." Tang San's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze turned cold.

He must expedite the development of the Zhuge Crossbow. If the single-soldier Zhuge Crossbow is insufficient, then he must manufacture the Tang Clan's mechanism, which is more powerful and has a wider range of destructive capabilities.

Moreover, he not only had to work on hidden weapons, but also on poisons.

He wanted to create a deadly poison that even Soul Kings and Soul Emperors couldn't withstand, and then apply it to all his hidden weapons.

He would never allow himself to be as powerless as he was today again.

Just as Tang San was furious in his room, secretly plotting how to create even stronger hidden weapons, an anomaly that no ordinary person could detect occurred above his head.

That was a divine thought that the Evil God King had implanted into Qian Xunji's body in the God Realm, and later broke away to search for a new host. This divine thought transformed into an inconspicuous black hair, which had silently attached itself to Tang San's head without anyone noticing.

At that moment, the black hair suddenly flickered slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a seductive and languid yet imposing female voice resounded deep within Tang San's mind.

"Young man, do you crave power?"

Tang San was immediately shocked.

He opened his eyes instantly, leaping from his chair like a frightened bird. He activated his Xuan Tian Gong at full power, releasing his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul in an instant, thick vines immediately protecting his body.

"Who!" Tang San hissed, his hands already gripping a handful of hidden weapons as he warily scanned his surroundings.

"Get out here, stop playing tricks!"

The room was quiet; there wasn't even a breeze.

The alluring voice of a mature woman ignored his warning and continued to resonate in his mind, its tone tinged with amusement: "Child, do you crave power?"

Tang San didn't relax at all. He immediately activated his Purple Demon Eye to its maximum, his eyes flashing with intense purple light as he scanned every corner of the room, the ceiling, under the bed, and even outside the window.

However, there was no one in sight, nor any trace of soul power fluctuations. It was completely deserted.

"Come out!" Tang San gritted his teeth and warned again in a low voice.

The woman's voice suddenly let out a soft, melodious laugh that sent chills down one's spine:

"Stop looking. I'm right here within you. Tell me, do you crave power?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's hair stood on end. He immediately looked down to examine his body, clothes, hands, and even used his mental power to probe his meridians, but still couldn't find anything unusual.

This was beyond his comprehension. Since he couldn't find the other person, he could only tentatively respond in his mind.

"Who are you?" Tang San asked coldly in his mind.

The woman's laughter faded, and her tone became extremely noble and arrogant:

My name is Evil.

Tang San was completely stunned.

evil?

He subconsciously found it ridiculous.

Why would something that sounds like a bad thing by its name come to me?

Tang San has lived two lives. He strictly adhered to the rules of the Tang Sect when he was there, and he also respected his teachers and elders here. He has always considered himself an extremely upright person. In his own words, he is pure and immaculate.

"What does such an evil thing want with me?" Tang San questioned inwardly, his tone filled with rejection and vigilance.

"snort."

The female voice in my mind snorted coldly.

The next instant, Tang San suddenly felt as if his brain had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. A tearing pain erupted directly in his mind.

"Ah!" Tang San screamed, clutching his head tightly with both hands and collapsing to his knees. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

"I'll teach you a lesson. Watch your tone when you talk to me." The woman's voice was still alluring, but now carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"I am the God of Evil! One of the Supreme God-Kings of the Divine Realm."

"I see you are inherently evil, your selfishness and ruthlessness emanating from your very bones, perfectly fitting the requirements of my lineage. It is your honor to have been chosen."

Hearing this, Tang San endured the excruciating pain in his head and felt immense anger.

"Bullshit!" Tang San shouted in his heart.

"I, Tang San, am a man of impeccable character, upright and honest! How could I possibly be born evil? I would never associate with such an evil being as well!"

After hearing this, the God of Evil laughed as if he were watching a joke, letting out a series of extremely seductive laughs.

"Hehehe... Pure and innocent?"

The voice of the evil god was full of mockery:

"No one understands evil better than me. Kid, no matter how righteous you pretend to be on the surface, you can't hide your nature of wanting to kill to silence anyone who gets in your way."

Your hypocrisy is, in my eyes, pure evil. I am the god of evil; if I say you are evil, then you are evil. You have no right to refute me.

As the words of the evil god faded, the excruciating pain in Tang San's mind began to slowly subside.

Tang San lay on the ground, panting heavily. Although he was extremely resentful, he was smart enough to know that he was currently powerless to resist this being who called himself "God".

He tried to calm himself down and asked himself, "What exactly is your purpose?"

The evil god arrogantly declared, "My purpose is simple: to nurture you and grant you my divine inheritance. In this world, only someone as inherently evil as you is worthy of my supreme evil god-king inheritance."

Tang San was completely stunned, and even forgot to refute.

"There really are gods?" Tang San asked, somewhat incredulous.

"You said... you can make me a god?"

"That's right, it's a god. And a god-king who reigns above all other gods." The evil god gave an affirmative answer, while also conveying common knowledge about gods to him.

Tang San knelt on the ground and remained silent.

Priest, Third-Rank God, Second-Rank God, First-Rank God, God-King...

All of this felt both unfamiliar and exciting to Tang San.

Normally, he would have stood firm on his "justice" and refused without hesitation. But today, he had just experienced the biggest blow of his life.

Images flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

He recalled the humiliation he suffered on the Soul Arena during the day; he remembered the helplessness of his Blue Silver Grass being easily severed; he remembered Xiao Wu's screams when that woman kicked her arms off.

He remembered Qian San looking down at him and mouthing the words that should have been his: "You have a way to die."

Finally, the scene freezes on the gruesome sight of teacher Yu Xiaogang being castrated with a single slap and writhing in a pool of blood.

If he wants revenge and to return all the humiliation he suffered today, he must have enough power.

If Blue Silver Grass and hidden weapons aren't enough, what about the divine legacy?