The Origins of the Demon Realm
His voice echoed across the battlefield, sharp and piercing.
In the Simulation, Tang San's pupils contracted slightly. He turned to look at Fu Shiyan, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
My master ascended to the Divine Realm several years ago. According to the rules of the Divine Realm, gods are not allowed to descend to the mortal realm without permission.
This is an ironclad rule, the foundation of the existence of the Divine Realm.
How did Master end up here?
Ma Hongjun was also stunned; the look of relief on his face was replaced by confusion.
Oscar frowned, watching Fu Shiyan's retreating figure, his eyes filled with thought.
Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda gradually stabilized its light. Her gaze swept back and forth between Fu Shiyan and the Beng Gong, her lips slightly pursed.
Tang San, who was watching from the sidelines, was also shocked.
He clearly captured that information through his own inner thoughts in the Simulation.
[Did Master ascend to the Divine Realm several years ago?]
[But Beng Gong is right, gods cannot descend to the mortal realm without permission. Then how did Master end up here?]
On the battlefield, Fu Shiyan looked at the cowardly-looking Beng Gong and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
That smile lacked warmth, carrying only a condescending air of knowing superiority.
"Do you think that no one in the Divine Realm knows of your existence?"
He paused, his voice calm, yet like a heavy hammer, striking Beng Gong's heart:
"The Abyss... the Demon Realm!"
The moment those four words were uttered, Beng Gong's pupils suddenly contracted.
His body stiffened suddenly, and panic flashed across his ferocious face.
After a long pause, he suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was sharp and piercing, carrying a deliberately contrived arrogance:
"Hahahaha! What are you talking about?! I don't understand a word you're saying!"
But his eyes betrayed him.
Deep within those dark eyes surged horror and fear.
He feigned composure, appearing fierce but inwardly weak.
Fu Shiyan looked at him, her smile unchanged.
He neither exposed nor pressed for details, but simply continued speaking calmly, as if recounting a story unrelated to himself:
"The Abyss Demon Realm, a world created by the Demon Venerable, is jointly ruled by seventy-two Demon Gods, Five Great Demon Kings, and Three Great Devil Emperors."
His voice was calm and measured, each word clearly reaching the ears of everyone present:
"And you, Beng Gong, are one of those Five Great Demon Kings."
The laughter that echoed through the Beng Gong abruptly ceased.
His face turned deathly pale at a visible speed, and the terror in his dark eyes could no longer be concealed.
Fu Shiyan continued:
"The Demon Venerable is an existence sharing the same origin as the Creation God of the Divine Realm. After the Creation God Avatar into the Five Great God Kings, no one knew of the existence of the Abyss Demon Realm and the Demon Venerable."
He paused, his gaze falling on the bloodless face of the Beng Gong:
"But you have forgotten the one thing: the First Generation Asura God."
The Beng Gong's pupils suddenly contracted.
Fu Shiyan's voice remained calm:
"As the First Generation Asura God, who possessed the highest combat power among the Five Great God Kings at the time, he keenly sensed something amiss with the Rakshasa's power after that turmoil."
"On the surface, Rakshasa is an evil god who controls evil thoughts, but although the source of his power is very similar to divine power, the Asura God still noticed the difference."
He paused, a hint of admiration in his expression, and continued:
"However, he didn't make a fuss at the time. He kept this suspicion to himself and began looking for evidence."
The lips of the Beng Gong began to tremble.
Fu Shiyan continued:
"After finding a single clue, he passed on his Godhood to the current Second Generation Asura God and went alone to investigate in the cosmos."
His gaze fell on the Beng Gong, his voice eerily calm:
"The Second Generation Asura God was even more vengeful. Upon sensing something amiss with Rakshasa, He directly and brazenly attacked Rakshasa."
The body of the Beng Gong trembled violently.
Fu Shiyan's voice remained calm and unhurried:
"Later, the Second Generation Asura God discovered numerous suspicious points and evidence left behind by the First Generation Asura God within the Asura God Temple. However, he did not make them public."
He paused:
"It wasn't until I ascended to the Divine Realm and pointed out the many suspicious points Bibi Dong had raised, along with what the Asura God had said, that he told me some of the things he had discovered."
His gaze calmly fixed on the Beng Gong:
"Afterwards, with the combined efforts of the Five Great God Kings activating the God Realm Hub, they even utilized a divine thought left behind by the Creation God."
"That's how I learned of the existence of the Abyss Demon Realm."
As soon as he finished speaking, the battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Beng Gong lay sprawled on the ground, his body trembling violently.
His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but found himself unable to utter a single word.
Those secrets hidden for countless years, those secrets they thought no god would ever know, were now being casually revealed by the person before them.
"You... you..."
His voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed fear:
"How is that possible... How could you possibly know these things...?"
Fu Shiyan did not answer.
He simply raised the halberd in his hand slowly, the tip pointing towards the Beng Gong. Dark purple light gathered at the tip of the halberd, like the gaze of death.
"You've been lying in wait for so many years, thinking the Divine Realm was completely unaware?"
His voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself:
"But you've forgotten, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever."
He paused:
"No secret can be kept forever."
Beng Gong's body stiffened abruptly. He stared at the halberd pointing at him, at the dark purple light gathering at its tip, his pupils filled with despair.
He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move.
That aura locked onto him, like a persistent, lingering infection, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.
No... no...
His voice was hoarse, carrying a final plea:
"You can't kill me... If you kill me, the Demon Venerable will find out... He will find out..."
Fu Shiyan looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips:
That's perfect.
He paused, a cold glint in his eyes, and continued:
"Let him know!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark purple light suddenly erupted!
The light wasn't dazzling, but it carried a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine, shooting straight towards the Beng Gong's brow!
"No--!!!"
The screams of agony from the Beng Gong echoed across the entire battlefield.
The light pierced his head, black blood splattered everywhere, his body, which was tens of feet tall, shuddered violently, and then slowly fell to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.
The light in those dark eyes gradually faded, eventually turning into a deathly gray.
The monsters on the battlefield roared in terror as they watched their Demon King fall and the figure in black robes with silver hair, their eyes filled with fear.
They wanted to escape.
But they discovered that their bodies were also locked.
Unable to move.
Fu Shiyan raised her halberd, its tip pointing at the monsters.
He spoke calmly:
"Leave no one alive."
In the Simulation, Tang San was the first to move. His body shot straight towards the monsters like an arrow released from a bow, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand burst forth with dazzling golden light.
Xiao Wu followed closely behind, unleashing her Soft Skill, her figure weaving through the monster horde like Gui Mei.
Ma Hongjun was engulfed in golden-red flames, and with each punch he threw, a monster was burned to ashes.
Oscar wielded his silver staff with impenetrable speed, each strike accompanied by the sound of bones shattering.
Ning Rongrong's Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda once again shone brightly, applying its amplification to each of her companions.
Those figures that Tang San didn't recognize while watching also joined the battle.
On the battlefield, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.
Fu Shiyan simply stood there quietly, watching everything unfold.
His gaze was calm, without any ripples.
It was as if that attack just now was nothing more than a casual gesture.
It was as if the roars of those monsters, the splattering of blood, and the passing of those lives had nothing to do with him.
Tang San, standing in the void, watched this scene, his heart filled with indescribable complex emotions.
He looked at the figure in black robes with silver hair, at that calm, almost indifferent face, and recalled his master's teachings, care, and every smile he had given him over the years.
My master is gentle.
But at that moment, he saw another side of his master.
Cold-blooded.
Resolute.
Decisive and ruthless.
Is this what Master truly looks like?
[Or is this just a side of Master that he only shows when facing enemies?]
He didn't know.
But he knew that no matter what his master was like, he was the most important person in his heart.
The fighting on the battlefield gradually subsided.
Under the combined assault of the Simulation crowd, the monsters fell one after another, turning into black smoke and dissipating into the air.
When the last monster fell, only deathly silence remained on the entire battlefield.
In the Simulation, Tang San put away the Clear Sky Hammer and turned to look at Fu Shiyan.
His face was covered in sweat, but his eyes were full of joy:
"Master."
Fu Shiyan looked at him, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
"Good."
There are only two words.
Tears welled up in Tang San's eyes during the Simulation.
For the Simulation Tang San, it had been several years since he had seen his master...