Chapter 668, The Path of Revenge
Out of the Domain.
In Xu Yao’s Domain.
This was a desolate and barren land. A solitary palace stood in the wilderness, with no signs of life around.
At this moment, in the center of the great hall, Ancestral Cang was sitting on the throne. He stared at Xu Yao, who was crawling on the ground like a lump of mud, and slowly took a bite of what was in his hand.
… That was Xu Yao’s arm.
In Ancestral Cang’s hand, it crunched like a cucumber, crushed and swallowed down his throat.
“By what… right…”
Xu Yao in front of him, his old voice sounded like it was squeezed out of a corpse.
“What exactly… did you do…”
“What did I do?”
Ancestral Cang smiled disdainfully, tossing the half-arm on the ground and licking the blood from his lips.
“I am taking revenge.”
“You, Long Huan, all of you who took my power of rules back then, must return it to me with interest.”
Xu Yao struggled to lift his eyes from the pool of blood, his ancient and murky gaze still filled with confusion.
“Why… your rules…”
“Want to know?”
Ancestral Cang chuckled, kicking Xu Yao aside like a stray dog.
“Because I finally learned something from the First Deity/Demon.”
“Sometimes, if you don’t lose something, you can’t gain more.”
“You guys, when you were dividing my power of rules…”
“Did none of you think…” He squatted down beside Xu Yao, his voice playful, “Did you really think my power of rules was intentionally left for you?”
Xu Yao could no longer speak. This body had already rotted away completely, putrid blood clogging his throat.
“Maybe it’s been too comfortable for too long.”
Ancestral Cang’s smile grew eerie: “It seems you’ve almost forgotten. My rule of destruction can obliterate everything except the Primordial Spirit.”
“Did you think swallowing my rules was a great bargain? Ha.”
“It was merely swallowing the poison I had long prepared for you.”
“How does it feel?” He kicked Xu Yao’s head again, “To be destroyed by your own greed?”
Xu Yao’s body had fallen silent.
Ancestral Cang dismissively curled his lip, before crushing Xu Yao’s head under his foot.
A flash of golden light passed, and Xu Yao’s primordial spirit swiftly ascended to reincarnation. Ancestral Cang licked his lips, seeming to savor Xu Yao’s power of rules.
“Hehe… the rules of order. Not as delicious as imagined.”
“Still not enough.” His eyes flashed with malice.
“Must devour each one completely.”
“Jiang Mei. Long Huan. Foolish Child.”
“Oh, and that inexplicably causality-disrupted Hong Yi.”
“I’ll savor the taste of your power of rules one by one.”
Of course.
And then there was the one he loathed the most.
The person whose hatred was etched in his bones.
The First Deity/Demon.
… Young Master Sang.
“Prepare yourself with your omniscience and omnipotence.”
Ancestral Cang’s eyes gleamed crimson: “I will make you personally experience the humiliation I endured back then.”
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In the Abyss Realm, in a mansion in Tianlang City.
In this mansion, besides servants and subordinates, only one person lived.
Almost no one knew this person’s identity, only that he was a fat and greasy boy.
In the most luxurious room of the mansion, there were screens of communication devices all over, and various “Original Immortal” figurine posters hung around.
Foolish Child’s massive body almost crushed the chair he was sitting on.
… This avatar was living quite well in the Abyss Realm.
Every day, he enjoyed the pampering of servants, having everything brought to him.
He didn’t need to do anything, just focused on playing his favorite game.
The game “Original Immortal” had a strange charm. Despite the intense play every day, it only started to get a bit tiring recently.
And just when he heard that Young Master Sang’s team would develop a new game.
“Hurry, bring it here!”
Ever since he learned this news, Foolish Child’s daily routine became playing “Original Immortal” and scouring the internet for everything about the new game.
He even went to Young Master Sang to ask about it, but unfortunately, Young Master Sang completely shut himself off, refusing to reveal a single word about the new game.
This left Foolish Child quite unhappy.
“Big guy, come on, let me help you through the levels today too?”
Watching the characters in his friend list flicker, Foolish Child generously replied: “Coming.”
Nowadays, what he did most was help various newbies play “Original Immortal.”
Most of these new players hadn’t really dealt with similar games and some even needed hand-holding to teach them basic movements and attacks.
But Foolish Child was tirelessly enthusiastic.
Because when those people looked at him in admiration and said, “Big guy, you’re amazing!” “Thank you, big guy,” he felt an unmatched satisfaction.
This satisfaction was peculiar. Foolish Child pondered that in his long life, he had encountered many thrilling experiences.
But this sense of being needed was the most interesting thing to him right now.
“Big guy, where are we headed next?”
“You should go tackle the main storyline now. First, find an NPC in the city called—”
Screen in front of him, Foolish Child was still diligently typing out the quest process.
Suddenly, he stiffened in place.
In the next moment, his body contorted in a bizarre manner, and his face twisted into a blurry abstract painting.
What was once his plump body turned into an indistinguishable lump of meat in mere seconds.
“Ugh… ugh…”
He tried desperately to make a sound, but no sound came out at all.
He knew.
It wasn’t him being attacked.
But his true self far away in the domain.
At this moment, it too had been twisted into the same form.
And he was merely an avatar.
After the true self was obliterated, the avatar too, like a gourd vine, burst and vanished into thin air.
Just then, the servants who had hurried over finally knocked on the door, asking, “Master, is something wrong?”
After a while without any response, the servants couldn’t help but push the door open.
“Eh? Where is he?”
Seeing the room empty, only the screens still lit up, all the servants exchanged puzzled looks.
On the screen, the newbie was still confusedly asking.
“Big guy? Why did you stop mid-sentence?”
“Big guy, are you there? It’s too annoying to leave me hanging like this!”
“I’m not saying you don’t want to take me; don’t tease me like this!”
“Darn it, are you purposely trying to annoy me?”
“Fine, I’m quitting. Turns out there’s not a single good person playing ‘Original Immortal’, a lifetime of regret.”
Unfortunately.
Foolish Child was no longer in a position to explain.
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