Pan Buwang's body suddenly stopped struggling, his pupils were completely frozen, he murmured: "That's right, a waste like me has never been worthy of Wuqing. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have suffered at the hands of that crazy woman... I am living like this... what else can I do..."
The Mist Emperor said in a deep voice: "If you are alive, you can take back everything you have lost; if you are alive, you can make all those who took advantage of your misfortune fear and regret; if you are alive, you can avenge your mother; if you are alive, you can go to the Kingdom of Eternal Night in person to confirm the life or death of Shen Wuqing; if you are alive, you can help the living Shen Wuqing escape his current fate, and avenge the dead Shen Wuqing!"
“Ha, ha ha…” Pan Buwang seemed to have heard a huge joke. He laughed miserably, laughing at the so-called Mist Emperor, and even more at himself: “Do you think that I don’t want to… I dream of achieving all this… But I’m just a pathetic abandoned child, a useless waste! So useless that even my roar is a joke in the eyes of others, so useless that I only want to sink into dreams and pursue empty extravagance…”
"You are indeed a piece of trash." The Mist Emperor commented coldly: "But in my hands, even the most useless piece of trash can become a king that dominates all living beings!"
With the terrifying sound, the figure of the Mist Emperor suddenly approached, and his right foot, which was wrapped in thick abyss dust, stomped hard on the back of Pan Buwang.
"Hmm!" Pan Buwang groaned softly, but his body and mysterious power were completely suppressed by the Abyss Kirin God. He had no power to resist at all.
His resistance was only subconscious, and then he became silent and allowed himself to be trampled. There was pain on his face, but there was no fear of death.
A ball of extreme darkness suddenly exploded on the body of the Mist Emperor, and then rushed straight towards Pan Buwang under his feet.
In an instant, Pan Buwang's eyes bulged out, and his eyeballs were instantly dyed pure black. It seemed as if thousands of dark devil blades were piercing through his body, like a torture by slow slicing, and he let out painful roars from his mouth.
But this roar only lasted for a moment before he suppressed it firmly. The only sound left was the sound of teeth grinding against each other.
The Mist Emperor sneered: "Under this crippled soul, there are some very strong bones."
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark light on his body burst out again.
Bang!
Pan Buwang's body suddenly collapsed, and several thick blood arrows spurted out from his back.
The pain that was beyond the limit of his soul's endurance caused all his teeth to break, and he screamed out in despair and pain like a devil.
But at this moment, the Mist Emperor kicked out and kicked him hard.
The pressure on his body suddenly eased a lot. Pan Buwang's back was broken and his mouth was full of blood. He struggled to stand up. When he looked up, his face was not filled with resentment and fear, but deep confusion. Then his mouth trembled with disbelief: "You...what did you do to me..."
"It just penetrated one of your divine natures by force." The shadow under the gray fog said the most absurd words in the world: "By the way, it made your body more compatible with the dark profound energy. Haven't you already felt it?"
Pan Buwang's body shook, and he staggered violently. He managed to steady himself with difficulty, and then shook his head in a daze: "No... No... I am really in a dream... All this is really a dream."
"A waste is a waste. He doesn't even dare to believe in his own changes." The Mist Emperor sneered and mocked, then suddenly raised his hand, and three dark spikes flew straight to the dazed Pan Buwang.
Chi!
The dark spikes pierced into his body, and the soul-piercing pain instantly turned Pan Buwang's face pale, and also seemed to make his chaotic soul clear.
“A pathetic dream, could it be so painful?” The Mist Emperor slowly stepped forward, and every step closer he got made Pan Buwang’s soul involuntarily heavier: “Pan Buwang, tell me, now do you choose to continue being a pathetic waste who has given up on yourself, or... take back everything you have lost, and mercilessly avenge yourself, your mother, and your God!”
Pan Buwang raised his head and revealed the same look that Wu Huang had expected... so fiery, so ferocious, so crazy.
He understood too well what was going on in Pan Buwang's heart and soul at this moment.
The complete hopelessness and powerlessness made him feel completely disheartened.
But, just a tiny glimmer of hope would make him do anything for it... not to mention that the light of heaven was brighter than that in dreams.
"Who are you? Who are you?" He stared at the gray fog in front of him, but neither his sight nor his spiritual perception could touch a single thing under the gray fog.
He really had one more point of godhood. At this moment, he already had nine points of godhood, just like Pan Buzhuo.
The dark power in his body also became much tamer.
Either way, it is impossible for anything to happen in our cognition.
But the pain that was too piercing to his soul was telling him that this was not a dream.
“Mist Emperor.” The shadow beneath the gray mist uttered a low voice like a demon: “I have just made it clear that I am the Mist Emperor who rules over the sea of mist in this world! I am also the only true emperor in this world...!”
Pan Buwang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Who is worthy of being called the emperor in the Pure Land? Who dares to be called the emperor? Who... are you? What is your purpose in helping me like this?"
He wanted to know more about how he was forced to awaken his godhood and how he achieved the dark harmony.
If this matter were to get out, he couldn't imagine how violent the shock would be among the six great divine nations.
The Mist Emperor did not respond. His body slowly floated up into the air, and then he slowly opened his arms.
Instantly, the deep dust in the surrounding space slowly dissipated like thick fog in the morning light.
Pan Buwang's whole body froze. His bloodshot pupils gradually widened and widened... until there was no trace of white left in his eyes.
Because he saw the most horrifying scene in his life.
As the deep dust dissipated, he saw the legendary ancestor Kirin God. Its huge body stood quietly behind the Mist Emperor, only its huge pupils flashing a terrifying light.
And behind the Ancestral Kirin God, there were thousands of pitch-black shadows lined up… They were actually thousands of abyss beasts with different auras. The clear and shining abyss light proved that they were alive and well, but none of them released their destructive instincts. Instead, they stood there very quietly, very neatly, and very obediently, standing behind the Mist Emperor.
"Lie down." The Mist Emperor said lightly.
Bang!
Thousands of collision sounds overlapped each other, the sound was as loud as the earth cracking and the sky collapsing... but it was not even a fraction of the shock that Pan Buwang felt.
All the beasts, including the legendary ancestor, the Kirin God, all lay prone on the ground with their movements in unison. None of them showed even the slightest delay. Even their heads were all prostrated on the ground, like a group of subjects worshipping the emperor.
"Ah...ah..." Pan Buwang's eyes bulged out, his mouth opened wide, and a hoarse, trembling sound spontaneously came out of his throat.
"Pan is not false."
The voice of the Mist Emperor rang out again, but this time, when it fell into Pan Buwang's ears, it seemed like an endless and illusory sound from outer space.
"Tell me, who am I?"
“Yes…” Pan Buwang’s lips opened and closed involuntarily: “Wu…Emperor.”
Everything he saw was so shocking and unbelievable that he actually called out “Emperor of Fog” himself.
He, who admired and respected Emperor Yuan very much, called others "Emperor" personally.
"Very good." The Mist Emperor gave him a brief compliment: "You are the one chosen by this Emperor. Now, kneel down and worship this Emperor as your master. This Emperor will grant you the power of revenge."
Pan Buwang's expression froze for only half a second, and then he fell heavily to his knees:
"I, the abandoned child of Xiaodie, am willing to take Wuhuang as my master. I sincerely thank Wuhuang... Thank you for your gift, Master!"
The Mist Emperor murmured, "Don't you want to know why it is you? And...what price you will pay?"
Pan Buwang kowtowed heavily. When he looked up, there was only a mad and violent light in his eyes: "As long as Wu Huang... No, as long as Master is willing to give me the power of revenge, I can give my body... my heart... my will to Master!"
"Very good, remember your words now!"
The Mist Emperor raised his hand and cast the Heaven-Destroying Demonic Bane. In an instant, the last glimmer of light in the foggy space was completely swallowed up, and endless darkness gathered around. In just a few breaths, it seemed as if the entire world had been transformed into an endless dark abyss.
Pan Buwang was filled with shock. He raised his hands and his fingers touched a darkness so thick that it seemed real.
"This is where you will stay for the next three years!" The voice of the Mist Emperor came from the darkness: "I will make your body completely compatible with darkness, and become the most perfect son of darkness in this world. I will make your dark talent reach a height that even your father God will never be able to reach!"
"Let your obsession, your desire, your unwillingness, your hatred... drive your progress!"
“At the Pure Land Conference three years from now, you must defeat Pan Buzhuo with your own strength and repay him a thousand times for the trampling he inflicted on you! Let everyone see the stupidity of your father, and make your father regret giving up on you!”
“Let your mother die with peace of mind! Let your god Wuqing, whether in the world of life or the world of death, see a Pan Buwang who is willing to become extremely powerful for her, instead of a waste who even gave up on himself!”
"Do you understand?"
Every word the Mist Emperor spoke struck directly into the deepest part of his soul.
He didn't know when his hands had been clenched tightly, his fingertips dug into the flesh, blood gushed out, but he didn't feel the pain at all. Only his boiling will and faith condensed into words that overflowed from the corners of his lips: "I will definitely do it... I will!"
"If Wuqing is really still alive, I will definitely take her out of the cage! If she dies... I will definitely kill Shen Wuyanye... and Shen Wuyi!"
The Mist Emperor raised his hand in the darkness: "Now, show me all the profound skills you have cultivated. Let me see what kind of crude dark power you have cultivated in your Owl Butterfly Kingdom!"
…
It was ten days later when Yun Che walked out of the cultivation space.
"Do you really trust that Pan Buwang?" Li Suo said worriedly, "If he becomes powerful in the future and takes back the position of Son of God, and eventually becomes the Owl Butterfly God, how could he possibly listen to you?"
Yun Che smiled mysteriously, “Before falling into the abyss, Qi Tianli once told the Demon Queen that Mo Beichen alone almost destroyed the God Realm. If the real abyss were to descend, there would be no power to struggle or resist.”
"And the Abyss Emperor he knew from Mo Beichen was a gentle and loving person. He advised the Demon Queen to give up her hopeless struggle and respectfully welcome the arrival of the Abyss in order to coexist."
“And the words of the Demon Queen in response to this matter touched me deeply.” Yun Che recited softly: “She said… never hand the initiative to others.”
"So..." Li Suo seemed to understand: "The initiative in Pan Buwang's matter is in your hands?"
Yun Che tilted his lips slightly: “This emperor’s gift is very expensive. So expensive… maybe I have to pay it back with the entire Owl Butterfly Divine Kingdom!”
At this time, Liu Zhanyi, who had sensed his presence, came hurriedly and reported: "Sir, the emperor dreamed that Ze invited you to his house as a guest, saying that he wanted to apologize to you for the offense he committed during the ceremony that day."
“What a joke!” Yun Che said disdainfully: “He didn’t even come to apologize himself, but instead asked me to go to him? Tell him to get lost.”
Liu Zhanyi said quickly, "It's not because he saw the Emperor Ze being disrespectful, but because he was punished by the God and confined to his house for half a year, unable to leave the palace, so he sent someone to invite you. During this period of time, he sent someone to invite you every day, and each time he would stand for two hours."
Liu Zhanyi turned his head and pointed outside the palace: "The people of Emperor Jianze came again an hour ago and are still waiting outside the palace."
Yun Che directly threw his hands away: “Let him…”
His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he immediately changed his tone: "Tell him to go back and tell his master that I will be there in an hour."
He went to the kitchen and fiddled with it for a while, and made a few cakes that were not only good in shape, but also in color and taste. Then he personally delivered them to Wumeng Pavilion, which made Meng Kongchan's appetite whetted and he was full of praise.
After maintaining the "father-son relationship", Yun Che slowly walked towards the Emperor's Mansion where Meng Jianze was.
Yun Che always felt that this guy was going to give him a big gift.
Meng Jianze, who had received the news, had been waiting there long ago. As soon as Yun Che stepped in, he greeted him with a big smile on his face: “Jianze respectfully welcomes the Son of the Abyss. It is a great honor for Jianze that the Son of the Abyss has the honor of coming here. Even my small mansion is shining.”
There was no trace of the disdain and arrogance in his attitude at the moment. Even his waist sank several inches as he spoke.
Yun Che’s eyes swept across his face, and he said with a half-smile, “At the ceremony that day, I clearly refused the title of Son of God. Now, the Son of God of the Dreamweaver Kingdom is only the Son of God Jianxi. You are known as the most loyal dog under the Son of God, but you call me, a person of an outsider, the Son of God. Aren’t you afraid that if the Son of God Jianxi finds out, a rift will arise between you and you?”
Although he was mentally prepared, he still hesitated for a moment when he heard such direct and unpleasant words. Then he smiled and said, "Although Son of the Yuan God refuses the title of Son of the God, now let alone the Kingdom of Dreamweaver, who in the world does not know the name of 'Son of the Yuan God'?"
His words were not an exaggeration. In just ten days, the news that a perfect god had reappeared in the Abyss had already spread to the six great kingdoms of God and even to every corner of the Abyss. The Pure Land must have also received the news early.
The former Son of Dreamweaver, Meng Jianxi, his glory as the Son of God has dimmed too much in the eyes of the world.
After saying this, Meng Jianze bowed very solemnly, and lowered his posture to the lowest level: "That day, Jianze was blind and offended the Son of the Abyss many times with his words. He almost hurt the Son of the Abyss by mistake when he attacked because of his mental delusion. Although he was punished by the Father God, he was unable to apologize to the Son of the Abyss in person. I was always worried and could not sleep or eat well."
Yun Che did not reach out to help him, but smiled harmlessly: “Seeing the attitude of Ze Dizi, I think it is not as simple as just apologizing with words. Could it be that he has prepared some kind of apology gift?”
Yun Che's initiative to bring this up made Meng Jianze visibly stunned for a moment, and then he quickly said, "Of course! If I can gain the forgiveness of the Abyss God Son, I will be willing to pay any price."
He turned his body sideways and made a gesture of invitation: "Please enter the hall, Master Yuan. Jian Ze Ding will give Master Yuan a satisfying surprise."
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