"You are... Evil God!"
Feeling the throbbing in his chest, the Clown knelt down on one knee, his head bowed.
Please forgive my previous overstepping!
"That's the great power I felt when I received the gift!"
"Hehe, not too stupid."
The Sage sneered and fastened the blindfold back over his eyes.
"My true form is currently limited by the underlying laws of this world and cannot directly descend into the Barbaric Realm."
"However, the body that Void found for me isn't bad."
"This old man actually touched the threshold of godhood in his lifetime, achieving a Demigod status."
"Moreover, the path he followed originated from the same source as our great Filth."
The Sage touched the area covered by the blindfold. "It's just a pity... I lack a good pair of eyes."
The Clown remark immediately caused him to raise his head obsequiously. "Sir, if you need anything!"
"I'll search for it for you after things are settled in Soul Return Town!"
"Need not."
The Sage waved his hand, declining his offer.
"This body also has other important functions."
"Furthermore, your identity has already been exposed, so it's not advisable to launch another major attack."
"Fortunately, I had a backup plan. I've already assigned the task of acquiring the [Mortal Fireworks Painting] and the [Mountains and Rivers Brush] to someone else."
As for you...
The Sage reached into his robes, pulled out a glass ball, and casually tossed it to the Clown.
The Clown quickly caught it with both hands.
At first glance, it looks like an ordinary glass ball, but when he looks closer...
Inside the glass sphere, there were transparent, wailing phantoms!
They were frantically ramming against the sphere's walls inside, emitting mournful cries.
And at the very center of these countless vengeful spirits.
A figure that the Clown recognized all too well floated above him: Tang Sirui!
However, Tang Sirui did not lose consciousness at this moment; his soul was cursing loudly inside the glass ball.
"Fuck you! Old man with white hair!"
"And you, you brain-dead freak with that yellow and purple color scheme! Let me out right now!"
"When my teammates arrive, we'll scatter your ashes!"
The Clown asked in confusion, "Sir, what is this...?"
"[The Ten Thousand Souls Orb]."
The Sage said calmly, "It can strip the soul of the dead and imprison it within."
"What you need to do now is to find Yue Tian by any means necessary, extract his soul, and lock it up!"
The Sage's tone suddenly turned chilling. "This is the fuel necessary to initiate the final ritual."
You only have one chance, so you have to be quick!
"If that stubborn woman, Phoenix Emperor, realizes what's going on, our plan will be ruined."
"We must be absolutely certain, understand?"
"Understood! I'll take care of it right away!"
The Clown nodded respectfully.
However, before getting up, he hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"My Evil God, there is one more matter that needs no further explanation..."
I already knew.
The Sage interrupted him with a cold snort.
"Based on my deductions, that kid is likely a remnant of the Dragon God's henchmen."
"But..."
The Clown recalled the scene of Jiangnan instantly defeating Dusk and hesitated.
"As a former subordinate of the Dragon God, the Heavenblade Dragon King shouldn't be that strong, right?"
"Otherwise, the third-ranked Dusk wouldn't have been so easily beaten into a fool by him."
The Sage listened and then scoffed.
"The Heavenblade Dragon King? He's nothing more than a slightly stronger ant."
How can the stars rival the brilliance of the moon?
The Clown suddenly looked up. "Sir, you mean..."
"No need for further explanation, he is the Dragon God?! He has been reincarnated and cultivated anew?!"
"Impossible!"
The Sage retorted without hesitation.
"Back then, it was several of us who witnessed his Divinity shatter!"
"Unless the Dragon God relinquishes his divine position to survive, but that's impossible!"
"Because a soul only has one chance to become a god."
"Reincarnation would be tantamount to giving up resistance, but given his arrogant nature, that's absolutely impossible!"
"As for the unspoken truth, it's very likely a trump card secretly left behind by the Dragon God!"
"Or perhaps... he is a descendant of the Dragon God, secretly left behind in the world!"
The Sage was extremely confident in his deduction.
Upon hearing this, the Clown felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He clasped his hands together and looked up at the Sage with worshipful eyes.
"As expected of the Evil God!"
"My vision is not even one ten-thousandth as broad as yours!"
The Sage gave a snort of satisfaction, but still urged him on.
"Alright, stop flattering me, get back to your task."
"Yue Tian has fallen for my move; he won't last long. Strike while the iron is hot and finish him off!"
"This operation will also eliminate them incidentally, no further explanation needed."
"I don't want to see a new Dragon God appear and cause trouble."
"Yes, sir!"
The Clown put the Ten Thousand Souls Orb into his arms and disappeared into the night.
The Sage stood alone by the window, turning towards the outside of Soul Return Town.
"It's time..."
"Traitors to the human race, hehehe..."
The sound of suona horns grew louder as it approached the lonely grave outside Soul Return Town.
Two wedding processions, having completed their missions, were heading towards the gate of Soul Return Town, one after the other.
Leading the way was the procession heading towards the [Prayer Deep Pool].
The bright red sedan chair bounced on the shoulders of the paper sedan chair bearers.
Inside the sedan chair sat a man with a mustache, dressed in a kimono.
He sat upright, gazing at the lonely graves flashing by outside the window.
The representative of the Cherry Blossom Country on the Weird Island, the Muraguchi Nissuu.
At that moment, a faint sound came from the shadows at the bottom of the elevator car.
"The Muraguchi Nissuu adults..."
"Colonel Corporal Morishita, lurking in the shadows, asked with suspicion."
"Didn't you say before that we were going to use the intelligence gap to trap and kill those Eagle Country squads in Soul Return Town..."
"So that our Great Sakura Empire will dominate the Weird Island?"
"But..."
"Why do we have to go back to this godforsaken town for the selections?"
At the Muraguchi Nissuu took out a white cloth and wiped the Katana in his hand.
"Morishita- kun, your perspective is still too narrow. You need to learn more."
"They screwed over those despicable Eagle Country so we could have all the resources of the Weird Island to ourselves!"
"But before that, we need to use them as trial and error costs to help us explore Soul Return Town!"
Katana were inspected Muraguchi Nissuu.
"Our Great Sakura Empire has endured for many years, working like slaves, all for this golden opportunity!"
"Those Eagle Country treated us like dogs, wagging their tails and begging for mercy, without the slightest doubt about the intelligence we provided."
But they had no idea!
"I've already secretly climbed a tree they could never even imagine!"
"Once I get [Mortal Fireworks Painting] and [Mountains and Rivers Brush] in the finals..."
"I'll make those Eagle Country taste what it's like to be treated like dogs!"
"But your family..."
Corporal Morishita's voice hesitated slightly, "I heard..."
"The upper echelons of the Eagle Country have already noticed something amiss; your family members have fallen into their hands."
Upon hearing the Muraguchi Nissuu, instead of feeling sorrow, roared angrily.
"Baka! Those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles!"
"So-called family ties are nothing but a burden on our path to becoming stronger!"
"For the glory of the empire, this sacrifice is worthwhile!"
He adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring posture.
"I believe that the spirits of my parents, wife, and daughters in heaven will surely understand my good intentions!"
However, the next moment, Corporal Morishita's words seemed to shatter his resolve.
"No, sir at the village entrance..."
What I mean is, your family members are not dead.
Morishita hard and reported back to his superior with difficulty.
"The upper echelons of the Eagle Country, out of spite, did not kill them."
"Instead... instead, your wife was used to reward the entire army."
"They even forced her to film action movies."
"It is said that..."
"Even your father was forced to get involved..."
"It's rumored that you may have a younger brother."
"Puff!"
Upon hearing this, the Muraguchi Nissuu's eyes bulged outwards, he clutched his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Sir! Are you alright?!"
Shadow Morishita.
"I... I'm fine!"
At the Muraguchi Nissuu gritted his teeth, trembling all over, and gripped the hilt of his Katana tightly.
"It's just... I'm a little tired from traveling around these past few days!"
"These despicable setbacks are not enough to break my warrior's spirit!"
"By the way... where's my daughter? What did they do to her?!"
Morishita stammered and hesitated for a long time before daring to utter a sound.
"Speak! Whatever the miserable end, my Muraguchi Nissuu will endure it!"
"Well..."
Morishita sighed helplessly, "Actually, your daughter is fine."
"Nothing? Those beastly Eagle Country would be so kind?"
The Muraguchi Nissuu was stunned.
"No..."
Morishita's voice trailed off, "Actually... they took your genes and did a paternity test on your daughter."
"It turns out... your daughter isn't your biological child at all."
"Therefore, out of humanitarian spirit, they did not lay a hand on her."
"By the way..."
Morishita added the final blow, "Your wife expressed strong dissatisfaction with your performance during the filming of this blockbuster."
She said to the camera, "In my experience, your size and duration are number one!"
"She actually... had wanted to make this kind of film for a long time, and thanks to the Eagle Country for helping her realize her dream..."
"..."
A silence fell over the elevator for half a minute.
Muraguchi Nissuu sat there expressionless at the village entrance.
Corporal Morishita, watching from the shadows, was moved to tears and deeply touched.
"As expected of the village head! He's amazing!"
"He can even endure such a humiliating act of being cuckolded without batting an eye!"
"Is this the spirit of Bushido?!"
However, Morishita realized something was wrong the next moment.
At the Muraguchi Nissuu's eyes had rolled back completely, and white foam hung from the corners of his mouth.
He was clearly so angry that he fainted from the series of NTR incidents and being forced into prostitution!
Even more outrageous, his blood pressure spiked due to anger.
Even the Muraguchi Nissuu, Hiki, couldn't resist bokiing!
Although viewed through the kimono, it looked as if nothing had happened.
"My lord! My lord, please wake up!"
Corporal Morishita hurriedly reached out from the Shadow to shake him, but was mindful of the ghost guards' gazes outside.
Helpless, he could only shrink back into the Shadow and let the other person be carried into the Soul Return Town.
About ten minutes later...
Following closely behind was the third wedding procession returning from [Deep Pool Fortress].
The bridal sedan chair landed smoothly.
Zhao Yan and Shadow, who had been responsible for carrying the sedan chair, were standing to the side with black lines on their faces.
Oh no, to be precise, it was a face covered in seaweed.
Their clothes were dripping wet, and they were covered in mud.
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"
Zhao Yan wiped the seaweed off his face and started cursing.
"Damn it! Who would have thought that the road to Deep Pool Fortress would be by water!"
"And they actually walked across the bottom of the lake!"
"We swallowed a bellyful of muddy water at the bottom of the lake, but didn't find any useful clues!"
The Shadow stood to the side, leaning on its knees, panting heavily, its face deathly pale.
"Captain... please stop complaining! You have the Invincible Body protecting you, you're not afraid of being submerged."
"I'm just a mortal, and I went down to the bottom of the lake twice with the group, and I fainted from holding my breath both times!"
"If it weren't for my strong willpower, I would have died long ago."
Zhao Yan scratched his head and smiled somewhat awkwardly.
"Well, you can't blame me for this, can you?"
"Who knew they'd take the unconventional approach?"
"But..."
Zhao Yan lowered his voice and gestured with his chin toward the large red sedan chair.
"Although we almost drowned on this trip, we definitely made a killing."
"Look who's sitting in the sedan chair."
They both looked at the same time.
Inside the sedan chair sat a man dressed in silver armor.
He has long silver hair.
On that majestic face, a pair of gray vertical pupils radiated dragon power!
Even more striking is the pair of dragon horns growing on either side of his forehead!
The Dragon God's Claws were already considered lost legends.
Heavenblade Dragon King!