Tang Hao and his pet imps: the Reincarnation Tower's heaven-defying soul collection mechanism

As the Plane Master, possessing a mortal was child's play for Tang Hao, wasn't it?

The possession was soon complete, and he opened his eyes in Yun Ming's body.

And the wretched Yun Ming met the most despairing death of all-stabbed in the back and robbed of his body by a predecessor of Shrek, to which he had been utterly loyal.

Feeling his strength slowly merge into the body, Tang Hao grew increasingly arrogant:

"A mere three heavenly tribulations. I'll suppress you with a wave of my hand."

And as his soul merged with Yun Ming's body, a flash of delight crossed his eyes when he learned everything about it.

He had thought Yun Ming was nothing but trash, and the body he had possessed was on the verge of collapse, barely fit to serve as a vessel for his spiritual consciousness.

Yet, unexpectedly, Yun Ming's body contained an enormous amount of power of faith. It simply could not be used for the moment, or that fellow would have used it long ago.

Apparently, there was a daily limit on its use, preventing him from using too much of his stored power of faith.

But what Yun Ming could not use, he could, because he was a god!

This truly was a gift from heaven. With this power of faith, his strength could rise another few notches.

And while examining Yun Ming's body, he also discovered a contract within it that bound him to someone else. His faith had been obtained from that other person through the channel of this contract.

At that moment, Tang Hao understood Yun Ming's approach to becoming a god.

With his talent, reaching Quasi-God was already his limit. Obtaining a divine position and becoming a god was absolutely impossible.

So he had blazed another trail, relying on power of faith obtained from someone else to condense a demigod position, barely acquiring a portion of a god's power.

Heaven truly is helping me!

Perhaps there was no need to waste this body. He intended to use it as his permanent avatar.

All he needed was for the being who had signed a contract with him to keep absorbing power of faith for him.

Faith? How easy was that to obtain!

Get more Evil Soul Masters, create more disasters, and wouldn't faith come pouring in without end?

Gods understood this routine best.

In fact, he had single-handedly driven the Holy Spirit Cult's growth to its current scale.

Of course, he had no time to keep watching the continent. He only woke occasionally, perhaps once every few hundred years, perhaps a thousand.

For instance, when he happened to wake a little over a hundred years ago, he had bestowed a god-level martial soul upon an Evil Soul Master. He had no idea how that person was doing now.

In any case, he always gave the Holy Spirit Cult a helping hand whenever he woke.

In short, he did not need a world of absolute justice.

Without darkness, disasters, or suffering, how would Shrek and the Tang Sect receive the reverence of the masses?

A continent without evil forces wreaking havoc was an incomplete continent.

As the Plane Master, he naturally had to maintain that balance.

He had kept these little imps for so many years. All he had to do was stir them up a little and have them commit more slaughter, and wouldn't the power of faith come?

When the time came, perhaps he could create a divine avatar on the Douluo Continent. It might even help him break through to a higher realm.

To put it bluntly, he was someone who had gotten in through connections. After following Tang San to the Divine Realm, he had only held the status of a divine officer, barely scraping his way into becoming a Third-Level God.

Only after he could no longer get by in the Divine Realm had he asked Tang San to send him and the Blue Silver Emperor down to the Douluo Continent.

Tang San had made him the Plane Master and had the Blue Silver Emperor possess the Douluo Continent to raise their ranks, too.

Advancement was simply too difficult for gods; every radish had its own hole.

Without sufficient aptitude, even Tang San, a God King, could not casually grant them powerful divine positions. Even pulling strings and slipping through the back door had to be done properly.

There was no helping it. Their talent was too poor.

Even Tang San's own daughter was only a Second-Level God. What entitled them to anything more? There really was no way around it.

If he could raise Yun Ming's body to god level, using it long-term in the future would not be out of the question. At least it gave him another option.

While Tang Hao rejoiced, the soul of the now-dead Yun Ming, driven out of his body, was slowly dissipating.

The Douluo Continent had no reincarnation. After people died, their souls slowly dissipated; it was only a question of how long it took.

The stronger someone was, and the greater their spiritual power, the longer they could remain, but even then, it could not be very long.

Yun Ming glared venomously at Tang Hao, his heart filled with resentment to the utmost.

He hated him. He hated Tang Hao and wanted to ask why he had done this, but he could not speak.

He resented Shrek, too. He had devoted his entire life to Shrek, yet had come to no good end. He simply could not accept it.

But just as Yun Ming thought he was about to dissipate, a guiding light suddenly shone down from the sky. Once it fell upon him, his soul vanished from the spot and arrived in a mysterious Chaos Space.

To his astonishment, Yun Ming discovered that his soul, which should have been dissipating, had become incredibly solid.

This space could actually keep their souls stable and prevent them from dispersing.

More importantly, there were countless souls here, many of them familiar faces he recognized. They were none other than the Shrek teachers and students who had died at Di Tian's hands earlier.

Cai Yue'er was here, and even the two halves of Long Yeyue's fragmented soul were here.

What on earth is this place?

Does everyone come here after death?

Of course not.

At that moment, high above the world within the Reincarnation Tower's First Layer, a pair of enormous eyes blinked upon hearing Yun Ming's thoughts, then vanished from that world.

Then Lin Ming opened his eyes:

"Now my First Layer has filled up."

The Reincarnation Tower had an unwritten rule: all dead souls connected to him, whether he had killed them directly or indirectly, would automatically be summoned into the Reincarnation Tower's First Layer.

The Douluo Continent had no reincarnation, so there was no interference from karma. The Reincarnation Tower could enforce its own rules at any time. This was the absolute suppression exerted by higher-rank code.

"Tang Hao, oh, Tang Hao. You've certainly worked out a fine scheme."

At first, Lin Ming had thought Tang Hao would be helpless, an impotent husband forced to watch his wife get struck dead by the tribulation lightning. He had never expected him to find a way.

And such a despicable, shameless way-the stupidest way, too.

He had given up being the invincible Plane Master, weakened himself, and possessed a mortal's body.

He was handing over an opportunity on a platter!

Every transmigrator who entered The Legend of the Dragon King faced one unavoidable tumor: Tang Hao, the Plane Master, whom countless people hated enough to grind their teeth.

This fellow's abilities were far too broken. The Plane Master of a world could do anything he wanted, even bring people back to life. How could anyone fight such a being?

There was simply no answer.

All they could do was lie low and develop slowly, only daring to emerge once they were invincible.

In any case, anyone who transmigrated into The Legend of the Dragon King had to spend some time playing the grandson, no matter how powerful their cheat was.

Even after becoming invincible on the continent, they still could not run wild. They had to keep lying low until they were invincible at god level before daring to go out and take on Tang Hao.

But now Tang Hao had displayed his world-shaking wisdom and given himself the ultimate nerf.

This truly was a stroke of genius!

He could not deal with the lofty, omnipotent Plane Master Tang Hao, but could he not deal with an ordinary Tang Hao who had possessed Yun Ming?

Besides, would this heavenly tribulation really go as Tang Hao wished?

Lin Ming did not think so.

Human interference already made a heavenly tribulation stronger, let alone interference from Tang Hao, the Plane Master.

Originally, with Di Tian and Shrek going at each other, the best outcome would have been to leave Shrek severely weakened. Yet now there was an unexpected bonus: this heavenly tribulation was so terrifyingly powerful that it could even strike the Blue Silver Emperor dead.

Lin Ming had thought this was already hitting the jackpot, that this should have been the limit. He had never expected it could keep going.

Tang Hao was displaying his world-shaking wisdom and still keeping it going, refusing to stop until he had played himself to death.

He loved stupid enemies like this. Ideally, this heavenly tribulation would strike them all dead!

It did not matter if it failed to kill them.

If it failed to kill them, there was still a second round.