Chapter 405: Resurrect! My Lover!
The night was deep.
In the southwest of the Douluo Continent, dark clouds pressed down on the city.
This was a small border town called Yunluo City, located between Heaven Dou and Star Luo, far from the main battlefield, and far from the struggles between Titled Douluo and God Position inheritors.
The city was not prosperous, but it was lively.
After nightfall, a few dim lights still flickered on the street.
The drunken laughter of a drunkard drifted out from the tavern, the waiter in the inn was yawning while closing the door, and a few merchants traveling at night pulled their carriages slowly through the city gate.
They did not know.
Tonight, this city would disappear from the map of the Douluo Continent.
Ten miles outside the city.
In a desolate mass grave, black mist surged.
Withered tree branches swayed in the night wind, like thin, bony ghost hands. Crows perched on the graves, their scarlet eyes staring at the distant city, suddenly flapping their wings in unison and letting out harsh cries.
The wind turned cold.
A figure in a black robe walked slowly out of the mist.
It was Tang San.
At this moment, he no longer had any resemblance to the Shrek Genius he once was.
His long hair was disheveled, his eyes glowed with a ghostly green light, and the Rakshasa mark on his forehead pulsed constantly, like a heart that was rotting yet still beating.
On his chest, a blue-gold scar remained.
It was left behind when he was defeated by Tang Chuan. Tang Chuan's life force was like bone-eating maggots, and even though Tang San suppressed it with Rakshasa Divine Power, he could not completely dispel it.
Whenever this scar heated up, Tang Chuan's calm and indifferent face would appear in Tang San's mind. That calmness was more piercing than mockery.
"Tang Chuan——"
Tang San murmured in a low voice, his fingers slowly clenching.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe appeared in his palm.
The moment the scythe appeared, all the grave mounds in the mass grave vibrated simultaneously, and wisps of gray-white Yin Qi rose from the ground, swallowed by the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
Tang San looked up at the brightly lit Yunluo City in the distance.
"Aren't you able to save people?"
"Don't you claim to be the Lord of Life?"
"Unfortunately, you are still on Sea God Island."
"By the time you rush back, it will be too late."
The corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
The smile was cold, crazy, and carried a trace of morbid tenderness.
"Xiao Wu, don't be anxious."
"I will let you return very soon."
"Today is just the first city."
As his voice fell, Tang San took a step forward.
Black mist spread from under his feet like a tide, hugging the ground and surging silently toward Yunluo City.
The city guards were the first to notice the anomaly.
At the city gate, two soldiers were leaning against the wall chatting.
Suddenly, one of them shivered.
"Why is it suddenly so cold?"
The other soldier frowned and looked outside the city.
He saw black mist rolling in from the end of the distant official road.
In the mist, countless twisted faces were vaguely struggling and roaring.
The soldier's face turned pale, and he was just about to sound the alarm.
The next moment, a ghostly green chain shot out from the mist, instantly piercing through his chest.
There was no blood splattered.
There was no scream.
The soldier stiffened in place, his eyes quickly losing their luster.
Immediately after, a translucent Soul was dragged out of his body by the chain.
He still maintained an expression of horror, his mouth wide open as if trying to call for help.
But after his Soul left his body, he could not even make a sound.
The ghostly green chain coiled and dragged his Soul directly into the black mist.
The other soldier finally reacted, turning around to run.
"Enemy—"
Before he could shout the word.
The light of the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe flashed, his body fell heavily, and his Soul was extracted, turning into a cluster of gray-white light that sank into Tang San's palm.
Tang San walked slowly out of the black mist.
He didn't even look at the corpses on the ground, just raised his hand and pressed it gently on the city gate.
"Rakshasa Domain."
"Seal the city."
Boom—
A purple-black curtain of light rose from the city gate, spreading rapidly along the city walls.
In just a few breaths, the entire Yunluo City was shrouded in a huge purple-black barrier.
All the lights in the city dimmed at the same time.
The people on the streets looked up in confusion.
Some saw the sky turn into an eerie purple-black.
Some saw the city walls covered in ghostly green flames.
Others saw the figures of their deceased loved ones walking toward them from the black mist.
Fear began to spread.
Tang San stood at the city gate and slowly raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
The black mist exploded.
Countless ghost shadows rushed out from behind him, pouncing toward every street and alley in the city.
Those ghost shadows had no physical form, but they could pass through walls.
They drilled into houses, into inns, into taverns, and into the City Lord's Mansion.
Crying, screaming, and pleading for mercy soon rang throughout the city. A woman holding a child rushed out of a house, and just as she ran onto the street, she was overtaken by a ghost shadow.
She knelt on the ground, protecting the child tightly in her arms, pleading incessantly.
"Don't— don't kill us—"
Tang San walked over from the end of the street.
His footsteps were very slow.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe dragged on the bluestone slab, making a harsh friction sound.
The woman looked up, staring at him in terror.
"Soul Master, we are just ordinary people, we have never offended you—"
Tang San stopped in front of her.
He looked down at the child.
The child was too young, not even knowing fear, just watching him with a pair of clean eyes.
In an instant, Xiao Wu's face suddenly appeared in Tang San's mind.
The girl who once wore a scorpion braid at Notting Academy and smiled brightly at him.
Tang San's eyes were slightly dazed.
But the next moment, the blue-gold scar on his chest hurt sharply.
Tang Chuan's face appeared in his mind again.
Tang San's gaze turned cold instantly.
"Ordinary people?"
He laughed in a low voice.
"Can't ordinary people help me resurrect Xiao Wu?"
The woman did not understand the meaning of this sentence.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe had already fallen gently.
Ghostly green flames rose.
Two Souls were forcibly extracted, turned into streams of light, and flew into the rakshasa altar in mid-air.
Tang San continued forward.
With every step he took, a Rakshasa array pattern was born under his feet.
Where the array pattern spread, all signs of life would be extinguished rapidly.
In the inn, the merchants desperately used tables and chairs to block the door.
The next moment, black mist drilled in through the cracks in the door.
A moment later, it was quiet inside the door, with only Souls being dragged out one by one.
In the tavern, the drunkard rushed toward the ghost shadow with a kitchen knife, but before he could even land a hit, his head was pressed down by a pale ghost hand.
Inside the City Lord's Mansion, the City Lord gathered all the Soul Master guards to resist.
A dozen Soul Masters released their Martial Souls at the same time, and Soul Rings of various colors lit up.
But the strongest among them was only a Soul Sect.
Facing the current Tang San, they didn't even have the qualifications to make Tang San look up.
Tang San just stood outside the mansion gate and swung the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe gently.
A ghostly green blade light swept across.
All Soul Rings shattered at the same time.
All Martial Souls wailed simultaneously.
The City Lord knelt on the ground, his face pale.
"Who exactly are you?"
"Yunluo City has never participated in any war, and the people in the city are all innocent!"
Tang San raised his eyes.
"Innocent?"
"Where in this World is there anyone truly innocent?"
"While they are alive, they occupy Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi."
"When they die, they can become my power."
"This is the meaning of their existence."
The City Lord's pupils contracted.
"You— you are an Evil Soul Master!"
Tang San's eyes turned cold.
"Evil Soul Master?"
He suddenly laughed.
The laughter grew louder and louder.
"I was once a Soul Master called a Genius."
"I also once protected the weak, believed in partners, and believed in justice."
"But what was the result?"
"Xiao Wu died."
"Shrek was destroyed."
"Everyone betrayed me."
"Tang Chuan stepped on me and snatched away all the glory that should have belonged to me!"
Tang San suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the air.
The City Lord's body was forcibly lifted.
His Soul was pulled out of his body bit by bit, trembling with pain.
Tang San stared into his eyes and said word by word: "Since this World does not give me justice."
"Then I will reshape this World with my own hands."
"Using your Souls."
As his voice fell.
The City Lord's Soul was completely extracted, turning into a rich ball of light that flew into mid-air.
Above Yunluo City, the rakshasa altar finally took complete shape.
It was a huge altar condensed from purple-black divine force.
Countless Souls floated around the altar.
They cried, struggled, and wailed, but could not escape.
Tang San stood in the center of the altar with his arms wide open, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe hovered behind him.
"Rakshasa Soul Refining Array."
"Activate."
Boom!
The entire Yunluo City shook violently. Countless Souls were swallowed by the altar, turning into streams of gray-white energy that poured into the pink crystal at the very center of the altar.
That was the remaining Soul fragment of Xiao Wu. The originally dim crystal finally lit up with a soft pink light after swallowing a large number of Souls.
Seeing this scene, Tang San's eyes instantly became fanatical.
"It's useful."
"It's really useful!"
"Xiao Wu, do you see it?"
"I can save you!"
"I can really save you!"
In Yunluo City, the last lamp went out.
The entire city turned into a dead city.
But Yunluo City was just the beginning.
Three days later, in the southern border of Heaven Dou, Fengling City was swallowed by black mist.
Of the thirty-seven thousand people in the city, not one survived.
Tang San did not stop. He used the Souls of the entire Fengling City to condense Xiao Wu's first phantom in the rakshasa altar.
Five days later, Blackwater City fell.
This city was larger than Yunluo City and had more Soul Masters stationed there.
Two Soul Saints in the city led hundreds of Soul Masters to resist desperately, but under the Rakshasa Domain, their Martial Soul Abilities were polluted, their Soul Power was swallowed, and in the end, even their Martial Souls were torn apart.
After Tang San slaughtered Blackwater City, he refined the Souls of the Soul Masters in the city separately and injected them into Xiao Wu's phantom. Xiao Wu's figure was finally no longer transparent.
—
She had long hair, a face, and her familiar pink dress.
Tang San stood in front of the altar, watching the gradually forming figure, his eyes even slightly red.
"Xiao Wu——"
"I am finally close to success."
On the seventh day, Luoxia City.
On the ninth day, Baishi City.
On the eleventh day, three small cities near the old capital of Heaven Dou turned into dead zones simultaneously.
Tang San was no longer satisfied with slaughtering one city at a time.
He began to leave Rakshasa array eyes all over the continent.
Each array eye would turn into a Death Domain.
As long as the Domain was deployed, all living beings in the city would be trapped.
Soul Masters could resist for a moment.
Ordinary people didn't even have a chance to struggle.
For a time, the entire Douluo Continent was in a state of panic.
Countless cities closed their gates.
Countless families fled.
But Tang San came and went without a trace. He traveled across the continent using the Rakshasa Space, appearing in the southern border of Heaven Dou today, and possibly descending on a border city of Star Luo tomorrow.
No one knew where he would appear next.
No one knew which city would become the next sacrifice.
In those dead cities, there were no wounded, no survivors.
There were only cold shells throughout the city.
Everyone's Soul had been taken away.
The thirteenth day.
In the center of the Douluo Continent, an abandoned ancient battlefield.
This was once the place where the two great Empires fought. Countless corpses were buried underground, the resentment never dissipated for years, and ghost fires often wandered at night.
Tang San chose this place as the true place of resurrection.
Night fell.
There were no stars in the sky.
Thick dark clouds hung low, as if they were about to press down on the ground.
On the ancient battlefield, dozens of Rakshasa array eyes lit up simultaneously.
Purple-black pillars of light shot into the sky, intertwining with each other to form a huge altar that was suffocating. Around the altar floated the Soul power collected from seven dead cities.
Those Souls were no longer individual Souls, but had been refined into streams of gray-white Soul rivers.
The Soul rivers flowed around the altar, emitting shrill wails.
Tang San stood in the center of the altar.
His face was pale to the point of being almost transparent, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe was inserted beside him, and on the scythe, blood-colored runes flickered constantly.
In front of him were seven Soul cores.
The first one, pink.
The second one, purple-black.
The third one, dark gold.
The fourth one, scarlet red.
The fifth one, earthy yellow.
The sixth one, golden chrysanthemum.
The seventh one, ghostly black.
These seven Soul cores corresponded to the seven people who were about to be resurrected.
Xiao Wu.
Bibi Dong.
Dai Mubai.
Ma Hongjun.
Tai Long.
Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Ghost Douluo.
They had originally died on the battlefield, died from the backlash of divine force, had their Souls fly away and Martial Souls scatter, or only had remnant Soul marks left. Logically speaking, it was already impossible for them to be resurrected.
But Rakshasa Divine Power was inherently the power of death and resentment.
As long as there were enough Souls to fill it, one could forcibly condense the incomplete Souls.
This was not the revival of life.
It was the splicing of death.
It was not letting the dead truly return.
It was letting the corpses stand up again.
Tang San knew, but he didn't care.
He just wanted them back.
Especially Xiao Wu. As long as Xiao Wu could stand by his side, even if she would no longer smile, even if she would no longer speak, even if she was just an undead without consciousness.
Tang San also felt that it was a resurrection.
"Let's begin."
Tang San said in a low voice.
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe vibrated.
Above the altar, seven Soul rivers fell simultaneously.
The first to light up was the pink Soul core.
Tang San reached out his hand and roared: "Resurrect! My Lover!"
Boom—
Countless Soul power surged into the pink core.
The core trembled violently, and a pink phantom slowly emerged.
At first, it was just a blurry human shape.
Then, long hair appeared.
The scorpion braid appeared.
The slender figure appeared.
Finally, the face that Tang San had seen in his dreams countless times finally condensed again.
Xiao Wu.
She floated quietly above the altar, her eyes closed, her face pale.
Tang San looked at her, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Xiao Wu——"
"I succeeded."
"I really succeeded!"
He reached out his hand, wanting to touch her face.
Just then, Xiao Wu opened her eyes.
They were a pair of gray-white eyes.
There was no light.
There was no Martial Soul.
There was no memory.
And there was no love.
She just stared blankly ahead, like an exquisite but cold doll.
Tang San's hand stopped in mid-air.
His smile froze.
"Xiao Wu?"
Xiao Wu did not respond.
Tang San took another step forward.
"Xiao Wu, it's me."
"I am Third Brother."
"Look at me."
Xiao Wu still did not react.
Around her, gray-white Soul Power rose slowly, and nine Soul Rings appeared illusionarily under her feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
The aura of a Titled Douluo level spread from her body.
Tang San looked at her blankly.
A moment later, he suddenly laughed.
"It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter."
"She was just resurrected, her consciousness has not recovered yet."
"Wait until I become a god."
"Wait until I completely master the Rakshasa God Position, I will definitely be able to make you truly wake up."
He said, as if comforting Xiao Wu.
It was more like deceiving himself.
Xiao Wu slowly landed behind him, lowering her head, motionless.
Like an undead Puppet obeying the Rakshasa Divine Power.
Tang San closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the tenderness in his eyes had been replaced by madness.
"Continue."
The second Soul core lit up.
The purple-black light surged.
Bibi Dong's remnant Soul had been eroded by Rakshasa Divine Power, so her resurrection was easier than the others. Countless Soul rivers poured into the core, and a tall figure slowly walked out of the black mist.
Luxurious robes, purple long hair, cold and glamorous face.
Bibi Dong.
Only her eyes were also gray-white, and there was no emotion belonging to the living on her face.
Behind her, the phantoms of the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul Eating Spider Emperor appeared simultaneously.
Nine Soul Rings floated under her feet.
The pressure of a Titled Douluo level instantly shrouded the ancient battlefield.
Tang San looked at Bibi Dong, his eyes complex.
This woman was once the Pope of the Spirit Empire, and also once the inheritor of the Rakshasa God.
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