Past Life

She turned to look at Fu Shiyan, her eyes filled with excitement:

"Dean Fu, look, they really can't see us! We're just bystanders!"

Fu Shiyan watched her walk by, her brows furrowing slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and tried to touch the figure that looked exactly like him.

As a result, his hand passed through the figure's body and touched nothing.

Fu Shiyan withdrew her hand, remained silent for a moment, and slowly said:

"Is this... a memory? Or an illusion?"

Qian Renxue shook her head:

"I don't know either."

The scene that followed made Qian Renxue's face turn increasingly red.

The two figures stood at the palace gate, talking as if no one else was around.

The Angel God's voice was soft, with a hint of coquetry:

"A-Yan, how long are you going to be gone this time?"

The voice of the God of Destruction was deep and gentle:

"Soon. I'll be back in a few days."

The Angel God pouts:

"You always say that. Last time you said a few days, but you ended up going for a month."

The God of Destruction chuckled and pinched her cheek.

"This time it's for real. There are some things to take care of at the Temple of Destruction; I'll be back as soon as I'm done."

The Angel God leaned against him and whispered:

"Then you'd better hurry. I'll miss you."

"Me too."

The two of them chatted back and forth, saying things that made Qian Renxue blush and her heart race.

She stood there, fanning herself with her hands, trying to cool down, but the blush on her face wouldn't go away.

She would steal glances at Fu Shiyan beside her every now and then.

Fu Shiyan turned her head away, seemingly unwilling to look at the two figures in front of her.

Is he shy too?

Qian Renxue thought to herself.

She couldn't help but glance at him again.

Just as she was stealing a glance, Fu Shiyan inadvertently turned her head—

Their eyes met.

They both stood there, stunned.

Qian Renxue's face flushed red to her ears, and she abruptly turned her head away.

Fu Shiyan quickly looked away and coughed lightly.

An indescribable ambiguity permeated the air.

Just as this atmosphere was gradually spreading between the two of them--

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

The Divine Realm.

Everywhere there were shattered clouds, collapsed palaces, and... a sky full of demonic energy.

Qian Renxue stood in the void, looking around blankly.

Everywhere were bizarre creatures—bluish-black skin, hideous faces, and Entanglement in black mist.

They surged in like a tide, battling the gods of the Divine Realm.

But the gods suffered defeat after defeat.

"What... what's going on?"

Qian Renxue's eyes were filled with horror.

She watched as the gods were torn apart by demons, watched as golden blood spilled onto the sea of clouds, watched as those once high and Deity were slaughtered like ants.

[Where is this place? What are these monsters? Why is the Divine Realm...?]

Her gaze swept across the battlefield, trying to find some familiar faces.

Just then--

A beam of silver-black light descended from the sky, landing directly in the center of the battlefield!

The light faded, revealing a figure.

He wore a silver-black divine armor, his white hair was as white as snow, and his crimson pupils were filled with coldness and ruthlessness.

He held a jet-black longsword, its blade Entanglement with scarlet patterns, radiating a suffocating killing intent.

The Asura Demon Sword.

Tang San.

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

[Tang San?! He... he became the Asura God?!]

Next, Tang San's figure shot into the horde of demons like a bolt of lightning.

The Asura Demon Sword was swung, each strike claiming the lives of countless demons.

His speed was so fast that the monsters didn't even have time to react before they were cut in two.

There are just too many monsters.

One batch is killed, and another batch comes, an endless stream, as if they can never be killed off.

Tang San frowned, a hint of seriousness flashing in his crimson pupils.

Just then--

A black streak of light descended from the sky, heading straight for Tang San!

Tang San's expression changed, and he retreated rapidly!

"Boom--!!!"

The spot where he had just stood was blasted into a huge crater, and even the sea of clouds was shaken apart!

A figure slowly emerged from the pit.

He was a tall, handsome man, completely different from the hideous monsters.

His skin was bluish-gray, with two curved horns on his forehead and eerie green flames burning in his eyes.

He was Entanglement thick black mist, radiating a suffocating aura of power.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly:

"Demon King?"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of the man's lips:

"Asura God, your opponent is me."

He raised his hand, and a ball of black energy condensed in his palm, which he then blasted towards Tang San!

Tang San swung his sword to block, and with a "boom," he was knocked back dozens of steps!

Qian Renxue's heart clenched suddenly.

[Tang San... seems unable to defeat him...]

She turned her head and looked around.

In the distance, another figure descended from the sky.

With black hair and black eyes, dressed in a divine outfit interwoven with black and silver, he held a scale in his hand.

The scales were slightly tilted, with golden light on one side and black mist on the other.

Dai Tianyu.

The Evil God King.

His face hadn't changed much; he was still handsome, only now his brows held a touch more composure and authority.

The Judgment Scales in his hand emitted an eerie light; with each swing, countless demons were either purified by the golden light or swallowed by the black mist.

But his opponent was also a Demon King.

The Demon King's strength far surpassed his own; each strike forced him back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

As Qian Renxue watched this scene, an indescribable worry welled up in her heart.

[They have all become God King by now, and even they are no match for them... What is the origin of these things?]

Her gaze swept across the battlefield, trying to find that figure.

Where's A-Yan? Why hasn't he arrived yet?

Just then, she overheard a conversation between several deities in the distance.

"The Abyss Demon Realm... is too powerful..."

"Seventy-two Demon Gods, Five Great Demon Kings, Three Great Devil Emperors... even the weakest Devil Emperor is level 160... how are we supposed to fight them?"

"The Demon Venerable is over level 170... It's over... The Divine Realm is doomed..."

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Abyss Demon Realm: Seventy-two Demon Gods, Five Great Demon Kings, Three Great Devil Emperors, and Demon Venerable of over 170 levels.

This information exploded in her mind like a thunderclap.

[This is... my enemy from a past life?]

As she watched the gods retreating in defeat, and as Tang San and Dai Tianyu struggled against the Demon King's attacks, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up within her.

[A-Yan... where are you?]

Just then--

A terrifying aura descended from the sky.

The aura was immense and vast, like the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

A man dressed in black armor with a cold expression emerged from the void.