Chapter 10 Tang Chen: Get out of my body! Bibi Dong's Scheme.
Slaughter City.
[To clarify, Wei Yuan visited Douluo Continent several times and harvested all the immortal herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. By the time Tang San went to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the Snow Swan Kiss was gone, so Slaughter City wasn't destroyed.]
This is the most filthy and depraved lawless land on Douluo Continent.
The sky is always a suffocating blood-red twilight, and the air is thick with the stench of blood and sulfur.
In the center of the capital, on the throne of a palace built from countless skeletons, a burly man clad in blood-red heavy armor sits quietly.
He is the ruler of this city—the King of Slaughter.
His eyes are empty and scarlet, filled with endless savagery and chaos, like a beast that knows only slaughter.
When the unparalleled golden light of the sky tears apart the blood-red sky of Slaughter City, the entire city falls into unprecedented turmoil. Countless fallen beings looked up in terror at the holy light, as if witnessing their own doom.
The King of Slaughter also slowly raised his head.
The golden light seemed to pierce his empty eyes, causing him to let out a low roar.
The celestial screen began to play: Poseidon's past, Wei Yuan's lament… These should have been meaningless to him, who was now only driven by the instinct to kill.
However, when the words "Island of Poseidon" and "High Priest Poseidon" entered his ears clearly, like an ancient curse, the King of Slaughter's massive body trembled violently!
"P…S…Si…"
Three dry, hoarse syllables, as if squeezed from a rusty machine, were uttered with difficulty from his throat.
The next moment, the mad crimson color in his empty, bloodshot eyes began to surge and recede violently, and a glimmer of clarity, belonging to humanity, filled with pain, regret, and endless longing, struggled to emerge!
"Xiao Xi..."
Under the intense emotional stimulation, Tang Chen's consciousness miraculously regained a sliver of control over his body from the endless sea of blood and chaos!
Who am I?
I am Tang Chen!
Where am I?
The City of Slaughter... I... I've gone mad!
Countless fragments of memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave: the promise with Qian Daoliu, the confession on Seagod Island, Poseidon's rejection, breaking into the City of Slaughter to fulfill the promise of "I will not return until I become a god," undergoing the Asura God Trial and finally, being parasitized by that damned blood-red nine-headed bat king, his mind devoured in endless darkness!
"Ahhh—!"
Tang Chen let out a roar of extreme pain. This sound was no longer the beastly roar of the King of Slaughter, but the furious roar of Haotian Douluo Tang Chen!
He remembered! He remembered everything!
He had been trapped in his own body, corrupted by this filthy energy for decades!
And on the sky, that hypocrite Poseidon was actually the one who made Xiao Xi wait a lifetime of bitterness!
"Poseidon…you deserve to die!"
Tang Chen struggled, trying to stand up from the skeletal throne.
He wanted to leave this hellish place; he wanted to go to Poseidon Island.
He wanted to tell Poseidon the truth, to stop being a high priest and just stay with him forever!
He could even feel his Clear Sky Hammer humming with yearning deep within his soul sea!
However, just as he was about to regain control of this body, a chilling, extremely evil consciousness surged back from the depths of his spiritual sea!
It was the will of the Crimson Nine-Headed Bat King, the evil thought left behind by the Rakshasa God!
"Want to leave? This body is mine! It belongs to the great King of Slaughter!"
A sharp and crazed voice shrieked in his mind.
"Get out!"
Tang Chen's consciousness roared.
Crimson energy surged like a burst dam, rushing back towards the core of his clear consciousness.
Tang Chen felt as if his soul was being torn apart by countless evil spirits; his newly regained clarity was like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse.
With all his might, he mustered his last ounce of willpower and roared out,
"Xiao Xi... wait for me...!"
"Boom!"
The clarity in his eyes was finally swallowed by the surging crimson.
The spine that had just straightened a little collapsed once more.
"Roar—!!!"
A roar more ferocious and filled with destructive lust than ever before erupted from the King of Slaughter's mouth.
A terrifying killing intent swept through the entire palace, instantly turning all the fallen into a bloody mist.
The King of Slaughter returned to his throne, his crimson eyes even more savage than before.
The brief awakening made the parasitic evil spirit feel threatened, and it used even greater power to lock Tang Chen's consciousness into deeper darkness.
However, in this endless abyss of darkness, Tang Chen's unfinished vow, like an inextinguishable star, stubbornly flickered.
"Wait for me..."
The momentary clarity in the City of Slaughter went unnoticed.
Tang Chen's roar and vow were ultimately swallowed by the endless sea of blood and evil spirit, returning to silence.
Meanwhile, outside, the storm caused by the celestial curtain was sweeping across the entire Douluo Continent with increasing intensity.
Spirit City, Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong sat on the magnificent papal throne, holding a scepter in her hand, a playful yet cold smile on her face.
She had watched the entire celestial curtain unfold.
The scandal of the Sea God and the chaos on Sea God Island were, to her, a spectacular show.
The fall of a high-ranking deity from his pedestal brought her genuine pleasure.
"God? Nothing more than that,"
Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her purple eyes gleaming with ambition and disdain.
Nothing in this world is eternal, immortal, or flawless.
So-called gods are merely more powerful Soul Masters.
They too have emotions and desires, and they too can betray for profit.
But the divine inheritance she was undertaking—the Rakshasa God—had inexplicably ceased all activity.
However, this was undoubtedly a huge boost to her ongoing "Soul Hunting Plan."
When the world's reverence for gods wavered, the resistance to the Spirit Hall's unification of the continent would be greatly reduced.
And the final cryptic message about the Angel God further widened the smile on her lips.
"Angel God… Qian Yuhan…"
Bibi Dong lightly tapped her scepter, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.
The thing she hated most in her life, besides that man, was the so-called sacred angelic lineage of the Qian family.
Now, the source of this lineage was about to be dragged down from its pedestal and judged by the people.
She could imagine how restless that old man (Qian Daoliu) in the Hall of Worship must be at this moment.
"Someone come here."
Bibi Dong spoke calmly.
"Your Holiness the Pope."
A cardinal appeared quietly, kneeling on one knee.
"Pass on my orders to closely monitor the movements of all parties on the continent, especially the two great empires of Tian Dou and Xing Luo. At the same time, tell the Hall of Worship to behave itself."
Bibi Dong's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
"The matter of the Heavenly Curtain is a secret of the divine realm. My Spirit Hall will simply observe the situation. Anyone who dares to stir up trouble at this time should not blame me for being ruthless."
(End of this chapter)