Tang San Returns, Creation vs. Void Ruin

Meanwhile, at the distant edge of the universe, in a desolate gray-black world, Tang San opened his eyes.

It was a small world created by the Lord of the Void Ruin with his immense power.

Tang San sat cross-legged atop an altar, his eyes shut tight, black-as-ink mist coiling around his entire body.

The mist churned around him like a living thing, swallowing the surrounding chaotic aura and continuously merging into his meridians, bones, and flesh.

His blue hair had turned gray-white, and the eyes that had once burned with unwillingness and fury were now as cold as two deep, dried wells.

He had cultivated here for a long time.

He no longer remembered the passing years. He only remembered the Lord of the Void Ruin's voice resounding endlessly in his heart, like tides crashing against the shore, branding layer after layer of insight into his soul.

Did he hate?

The scene of Tang Hao dying before his eyes was still seared into his vision.

Tang San kept his eyes closed. His face was as calm as an ancient well without ripples, yet the corner of his mouth slowly curled into an almost feral grin.

He hated.

He hated Lin Chen, hated fate, hated this unfair world. His father was dead, Xiao Wu was gone, and everything had been destroyed.

What, then, was left for him to care about?

Since this world had taken everything from him, he would personally devour everything in this world.

The Soul Power within him surged like a raging river. At some point after countless sunrises and sunsets, it finally burst through that heavy gate.

The gray barrier shattered. All the Soul Power in his body suddenly converged into an unprecedented torrent, flooding every one of his meridians.

Nine Soul Rings erupted beneath his feet.