Spirit City, Pope Palace.
Deep inside a secret chamber, the lights were dim.
A yellow dragon-shaped stone statue, over two meters in diameter, was pressed against the wall. From the front, it looked like a coiled dragon.
Just as the room fell silent, a sinister voice rang out.
"I never thought something like this would happen."
The statue spoke. Its red eyes glimmered faintly, giving it an eerie look.
Ling Sheng was astonished. He never imagined that he would cross over to the world of Douluo Continent just by taking a nap—and that he would become a statue version of Shendu.
According to the information in his mind,
something had gone wrong during his transmigration. His power had completely disappeared along the way, and all Twelve Talismans had fallen somewhere in Douluo Continent.
Ling Sheng froze. Was it really going to be this brutal right from the start?
At least give him the ability to summon the Shadow Khan! He had nothing at all. How was he supposed to play this game?
"Hey! Is anybody there?"
He shouted through the statue's body, hoping someone outside the room would hear him. But no one answered.
The secret chamber was even more secluded than he had imagined.
In the dim surroundings, he couldn't make out what was around him, let alone tell whether anyone had ever been here.
Am I going to be trapped here until I die?
Just as he was growing restless, a beam of light in seven colors suddenly burst into his mind from nowhere.
What is that?!
Ling Sheng was startled. Then he realized that all kinds of strange information had appeared in his mind.
The heavens and earth had first opened, and the world had been born...
It was as though the profound tones of the Great Dao filled his ears. The statue's body also began to glow with seven-colored light...
After receiving the information, he was stunned.
"I've obtained a divine position? And I'm the World God, no less!" he exclaimed in delight.
The beam of seven-colored light from before had represented the divine position of the World God. After it chose him, he had become the World God's successor.
"As long as I inherit the divine position, I'll be able to control the entire world. That's ridiculously powerful!"
Ling Sheng was so excited that he couldn't wait to begin the divine trials.
But obtaining the divine position had also taught him something else: his transmigration had already thrown this world into chaos. If he wanted to become a god, he had to resolve the turmoil his arrival had caused.
In other words, he had to make as many people in the world as possible believe in Shendu's existence—and that existence had to make sense.
After hearing this, Ling Sheng immediately felt that it would be a difficult task.
Fortunately, the World God's divine position had also brought him three other things, all of which had fallen into this world because of his transmigration.
The first was a mask shaped like a crimson demon's face, with two long, pointed horns growing from its head.
"This is the Ninja Mask!"
Ling Sheng looked at the red mask in delight. Wasn't this the first Shadowkhan mask to appear in the original story? It could summon ordinary ninja soldiers just like Shendu.
In the original story, Shendu had been able to summon the Shadow Khan because he had absorbed part of the mask's power long ago. Ultimately, the ability came from the mask itself.
Great! With this mask, I won't have to worry about being trapped here until I die.
Ling Sheng happily picked up the mask and merged it into his body.
A mass of evil spiritual energy erupted inside him, trying to devour his soul. But how could he be consumed by such a pitiful amount of power?
"Crack!"
He easily shattered that force of spiritual energy and completely claimed the mask. At once, he felt the endless darkness of the Shadow Realm.
"What a feeling. This is awesome!"
Ling Sheng was extremely pleased. The sensation of being filled with power intoxicated him. Only now did he feel like a transmigrator, instead of the overworked office worker he had been in his previous life.
Once he had savored the feeling, he began looking forward to the other two items.
The second item was Demon Hell, which imprisoned the seven demons.
Ling Sheng peered through space and saw seven demons standing on broken stones in the void, arguing heatedly.
"Shendu hasn't betrayed us again, has he?" Hsi Wu complained.
"Calm down, Hsi Wu. There's no harm in waiting a little longer!"
"Hmph! I can't wait another second!"
Ignoring Ba Sha's cold admonition, Hsi Wu spread his wings and flew off.
Well, I never expected those guys to have crossed over along with me.
Ling Sheng looked at them in surprise.
This was going to make it even harder to lessen the fallout from his transmigration.
He considered the situation, then turned his attention to the third item. His eyes immediately lit up.
A gigantic book sat on a shelf.
It was the Chronicle of Ages, a magical artifact that could alter history at will!
With such a divine artifact that could change history, he could erase the impact he and the other demons had caused without a trace!
But after inspecting it, he discovered that the Chronicle of Ages had undergone a slight change. It could only add to history, not alter it. What's more, anything added to history had to make sense. Otherwise, it would affect the world and cause no less harm than the trouble his transmigration had already caused.
On top of that, adding history to the Chronicle of Ages required the World God's divine power. He had only the faintest wisp of that power within him.
"All right, all right!"
Ling Sheng sighed helplessly, seeming disappointed that the Chronicle of Ages had been weakened.
But in truth, he felt relieved.
If he really could alter history, he had no idea what kind of bugs he might create!
Just as he was thinking this, the silent room was suddenly filled with the sound of footsteps.
"Click—click—"
High heels tapped against the jade floor, ringing out crisply.
When the footsteps stopped, a moment passed before the room was flooded with bright light, revealing a stunning woman with an air of noble dignity.
She wore a soft pink-and-white papal gown. Her pale jade-like hand gripped a scepter, her knuckles clearly defined. Her face was as cold as an ice sheet that had endured for ten thousand years.
She was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall.
"Isn't that Bibi Dong?"
Ling Sheng was a huge Douluo fan, so he recognized her immediately. A thought flashed through his mind.
Bibi Dong! Secret chamber!
Good grief, could this be the secret chamber where Qian Xunji had done that to Bibi Dong?
He had no idea that his offhand guess had accidentally hit the mark!
In the corner of the secret chamber,
Bibi Dong looked at the coiled dragon statue on the wall. As if some painful memories welled up inside her, her eyes shifted away in disgust, and she sat down at the table.
Yet her feelings still hadn't settled. Her dignified chest rose and fell.
Ever since that incident, she had come to this secret chamber from time to time, letting the pain of the past pierce her and reminding herself not to forget her revenge.
That young girl, in the prime of her youth, had smiled so brightly—only to be cruelly violated by her beast of a master.
She would never forget that pain.
"Qian Xunji, just you wait. I'll make you watch with your own eyes as Spirit Hall marches toward its destruction!"
On Bibi Dong's stunning face appeared the venomous look of a treacherous woman.
That was vicious!
Ling Sheng couldn't help giving her a thumbs-up. Even if Qian Xunji came back to life, he'd give himself a huge slap.
Still, since she was the first person he had met, Ling Sheng decided that she would be the first to hear him spread the name of Shendu.
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