Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 1306 Rakshasa God's Aesthetics (4K)

However, it was precisely because of this that Huo Yuhao became even more certain of one thing.

The City of Slaughter was probably the territory of the Rakshasa God from the very beginning, and the Asura God and the Rakshasa God likely had some minor conflicts.

Otherwise, the Asura God wouldn't have gone so far as to directly use the Rakshasa God's territory to find his successor after the Angel God and Rakshasa God left the God Realm. His method of using someone else's territory to his advantage was truly masterful.

The Rakshasa Valley covers a vast area and seems to be protected by some kind of restriction, creating an eternal night without light.

Even with Huo Yuhao's eyesight, he couldn't see anything. He could only snap his fingers and use his divine power to condense a ball of divine light before he could see the situation around him.

Huo Yuhao himself didn't know how far he had gone until a few faint purple lights appeared before his eyes.

There were fourteen pillars that seemed to reach the sky and stand upright, with eerie purple flames burning at their tops. It seemed that they had been burning for a long time and it was unknown when they would go out.

No, it's more like a sutra pillar than a pillar. It doesn't have the dragon and phoenix carvings of traditional pillars, nor the seal script depicting mountains, turtles, birds, and beasts.

All that could be seen were densely packed small characters, as if they were inscribed from scriptures. Huo Yuhao strained his eyes to see them, but still couldn't make them out.

Huo Yuhao felt drawn to the towering sutra pillars and slowly walked towards them.

"Looking at a mountain makes a horse run itself to death"—Huo Yuhao truly understood this principle this time.

It wasn't until they were almost at the foot of the sutra pillar that Huo Yuhao was able to get a glimpse of its entirety.

Each sutra pillar is at least a hundred feet tall, consisting of a base, body, and top, with a huge jewel on top that burns with purple flames.

At the top and base of the pillar are black lotus flowers and lotus pedestals, but they seem to be made up of the segments of some arthropod creatures.

Especially the flower tips at the top of the building, which look like long spears, with some kind of liquid dripping from them.

Huo Yuhao took a closer look at those limbs and was immediately left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

This Rakshasa god is truly a born killer; he even has to use soul beasts to make the building materials for his house.

Fortunately, Huo Yuhao didn't let his spirits out. It's best for spirit beast babies under a million years old to be viewed with the company of spirit beasts over a million years old.

That's terrifying.

Hmm, thinking about it carefully, that doesn't quite make sense. The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm might also be the million-year-old soul beast that needs to be watched and accompanied.

After carefully examining the scriptures engraved on the pillar, Huo Yuhao was speechless.

These fourteen sutra pillars record only one thing: how many evil people and how many ferocious beasts the first Rakshasa god killed.

Besides that, there are records of Rakshasa God's methods for dealing with evil spirit masters, including the killing arena, which is considered Rakshasa God's most proud design.

After reading it, Huo Yuhao came to a conclusion: this first Rakshasa God truly enjoyed killing to his heart's content, and was a typical person who hated evil and sought revenge.

Regardless of whether it's a human or a beast blocking his way, he'll kill them all. With a swing of his Rakshasa Demon Scythe, countless heads will roll. He's practically a Rakshasa-branded harvester.

It's quite reasonable that such a ruthless killer would later be passed down as an evil god, since the appearance of the Rakshasa god was indeed unacceptable.

In reality, the most numerous are the Rakshasa gods, which are more accurately described as fierce gods or evil gods; they are not actually below the ranks of gods of destruction.

Huo Yuhao wanted to read a few more lines of text, but slowly the text in front of him seemed to come to life.

An invisible sense of oppression surged into Huo Yuhao's heart.

Huo Yuhao was somewhat surprised. Was this the level that someone who had reached the pinnacle of the path of slaughter could achieve?

Looking at the text left behind by the first Rakshasa, which recorded the killers of his life, the text seemed to come alive at this moment.

In front of Huo Yuhao, he reenacted how the first generation Rakshasa brutally suppressed evil soul masters, killing his way through the soul beast world, appearing like a demon god.

It's almost too miraculous that a few pillars with a few words inscribed on them could allow later generations to relive the life of the first Rakshasa god.

Huo Yuhao was a bit stunned; he couldn't find the right adjective to describe it all.

It was as if the gods in the divine realm were still training and competing to see who was the strongest, when the angel god and the rakshasa god suddenly unleashed a soul skill that was so shocking.

However, Huo Yuhao now understood why so many gods in the God Realm had to find successors before they could escape, even the God King was no exception, while the Angel God and Rakshasa God were not included.

These two gentlemen seem to be among the truly capable ones.

In the far distance in front of him, Huo Yuhao saw a pitch-black temple, and above the temple hung a purple moon that was almost exactly the same as the one in the records of the first generation of the Killing City.

The moon wasn't high off the ground, and looking further up, everything was black, just like the night itself.

I strode forward and looked around. The open space in front of the temple was completely covered in a purplish-black color, and it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

All sorts of strange plants grew on the open ground, but Huo Yuhao recognized only a handful of them.

Uneven witch grass, big-eyed black poison vine, corpse crystal orchid, soul-capturing tree—these crops, which are usually only occasionally seen in extremely dangerous and cold places, grow wildly here. There are even more crops that Huo Yuhao cannot recognize.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, rust, and decay, and the wind carried the faint cries and curses of a vengeful beast.

Bathed in the purple moonlight, the twisted and winding crops in the open space emitted a faint dark glow, and the first thing one felt upon arriving here was deathly stillness.

The sky was shrouded in lingering purple moonlight, and not even the stars could be seen. The gloom seemed to be the eternal theme of this place, and perhaps even after thousands of years, nothing would change here.

The further you go, the larger the crops become. Moreover, some of the vines seem to be alive, and their branches constantly secrete sticky sap.

After carefully passing through these enormous structures, Huo Yuhao finally arrived in front of the temple. Looking up, he saw that the once dark sky was now filled with purple stars.

There was only one moon in the sky a moment ago, how come there are so many stars all of a sudden?

Huo Yuhao looked carefully at the stars in the sky, puzzled.

No, these are not stars!

Under the purple moonlight, Huo Yuhao finally saw the true face of the purple star, which was the only eye of many enormous, twisted creatures floating in the sky.

However, under the cover of darkness, their charred, blackened bodies were completely undetectable from a distance.

(End of this chapter)