Chapter 2 Section 2 Sudden Change of Events

  As the golden light and deafening sound appeared, the Hell's Blood Sea where Luo Tian was in suddenly started boiling violently. A column of blood shot up, instantly spewing Luo Tian out of the Hell's Blood Sea, before heavily smashing him to the ground.

  Before Luo Tian could react, the deafening sound echoed through hell, a slightly melancholic voice clearly entering his ears.

  "Yan Luo old man, get out of here for your grandfather..."

  Upon hearing this voice, Luo Tian's eyes widened instantly, and he shook his head violently, as if he didn't dare to believe his own ears.

  "In this underworld, Yan Wang is the big boss, how could someone in the underworld dare to scold Yan Wang?"

  With a hint of doubt, Luo Tian shakily got up, his legs unsteady from years of soaking, making every step uncomfortable.

  Dragging this skin bag, Luo Tian carefully walked towards the source of the sound.

  Before long, he finally arrived at the source of the sound, looked up and found it was actually the Grand Hall of Yanluo.

  Inside the grand hall of Yanluo, an old man with a head full of yellow hair and temples that had turned white, his face filled with anger, was stepping on the throne of Yanluo Wang with one foot, loudly slapping the wooden board.

  "Yan Luo Lao Er, do you still remember me?"

  The old man's face was hideous, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a thread of cold air emanating from his body.

  "Who are you? Ah! It's you!"

  Yan Luo Wang let out a loud cry, and from the expression on his face, it was clear that he was not only surprised but also terrified.

  "What's this guy's background, that he can actually make Yan Luo feel afraid like this?"

  Luo Tian, who was hiding on one side, saw this scene and began to murmur in his heart.

  "Haha, old Yan Luo, it seems you still have an impression of me!"

  The old man sneered coldly, and then his weathered body suddenly disappeared from the spot and reappeared in front of Yan Luo. His withered palm grasped Yan Luo, who didn't have the slightest resistance under his hand, and was lifted up stiffly.

  In this old man's every move, Luo Tian felt a unique aura, as if the space around his body had suddenly solidified.

  The old man's movements were completed in the blink of an eye, and all the little ghosts inside the main hall did not make any moves. However, judging from this situation, even if they had made a move, it would have been futile.

  "Haha, 100,000 years ago, I once said that I would definitely come back. Today, I have come to fulfill my promise."

  The old man gazed intently at Yan Luo held aloft in the air, then with a swing of his arm, he slammed him to the ground.

  Everything he saw shocked Luo Tian thoroughly, and a surge of anger suddenly appeared in his heart, followed by unwillingness.

  From the old man's words, Luo Tian knew roughly that Yanluo Wang and this old man must have had a feud 100,000 years ago. Today, the old man came to the underworld to seek revenge.

  But the anger in Luo Tian's heart was ignited by hatred, and the scene of his family's tragic death suddenly appeared before his eyes. At this moment, he was so eager to avenge himself, but he knew that it was all too late, leaving only endless regret and unwillingness.

  At this time, Yanluo Wang was lying softly on the ground, without any majesty of a king. In the face of absolute strength, all his resistance would be futile, so in his heart, he had long given up the idea of resisting, and only the hatred spewing out from those eyes revealed his silent resistance.

  "Yan Luo old man, as early as 100,000 years ago, I said that this Yan Wang Hall must be renovated, and the order of Yan Wang Hall must also be re-established. Since you don't have the courage to do it, let me do it for you!"

  "Everyone's fate should be in their own hands and shouldn't be planned by you, this is why I've come to settle the score myself today, to bring justice back to the world!"

  The old man's words made Luo Tian's blood boil with excitement.

  Yan Luo, who had fallen to the ground, was dazed and confused, his eyes wandering aimlessly as he muttered to himself.

  "Could it be that I was wrong? Shouldn't this underworld have been liberated from binding humanity?"

  However, the old man with a sense of vicissitudes would not give him time to repent. A golden palm suddenly appeared in mid-air and slapped Yan Wang's face.

  "Bang!"

  A crisp sound, instantly echoed in the great hall, under this slap, Yanluo Wang's body was thrown to one side, and a red handprint appeared on his charcoal-like face.

  The old man's display of formidable power made Luo Tian truly yearn for it. If he had possessed this kind of power ten thousand years ago, his family would not have suffered at the hands of evil, and Yan Wang would not have been able to determine his fate.

  After slapping Yama away with one palm, the old man withdrew his golden palm from the air and swept his gaze around him. His terrifying eyes intimidated the surrounding little ghosts, none of whom dared to make a single move.

  But as the old man's gaze swept over Luo Tian's direction, his eyes seemed to pause for a moment, and then, as if dodging something, he quickly shifted his gaze away.

  Lu Tian kept staring at the mysterious person, and when the mysterious person saw him, he was facing each other with four eyes. The daze in the mysterious person's eyes made him slightly aware, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart, but this doubt disappeared instantly.

  "It must be my illusion." Luo Tian muttered to himself.

  Then, a huge beam of light suddenly appeared from the old man's palm, and the beam directly pierced through the great hall, rumbling sounds began to rise.

  Watching this scene, Luo Tian knew that the great hall would probably be completely destroyed in an instant. A hint of regret flashed through his heart, but then he let it go.

  "Yan Luo, today I will destroy your grand temple, just to let you know that as the King of Hell, your duty is only to maintain the life and death of mortals, but not to control their fate. If you still do not repent, then this underworld has no need to exist."

  When the main hall collapsed, Yanluo and the little ghosts immediately retreated to one side, watching the collapse of the main hall with wide eyes.

  Watching the collapse, Yan Luo's face was dazed, and he didn't care about the red handprint on his face at all. He just muttered to himself, looking like he had come to some realization.

  "Even if the great hall collapses, I can only be reborn, I have done my best for ten thousand years of blessings, let me and this great hall disappear together!" The Luo Tian inside the great hall looked at this scene, but his body did not move in the slightest, allowing the great hall to cover himself.

  After the collapse of the main hall, the mysterious figure's shadow disappeared immediately.

  ……

  "Huh? Where am I? Shouldn't I be dead?"

  In the midst of chaos, a small golden figure opened its eyes and gazed at the void in front of it, saying in astonishment.

  This little golden man is undoubtedly Luo Tian.

  Looking at the void in front of him, Luo Tian was somewhat perplexed, and after seeing his own illusory golden body, the confusion in his heart deepened.

  "How did my body turn into this little golden man?"

  Just as Luo Tian was astonished, a golden light appeared and disappeared in the distance.

  Driven by a kind of instinct, Luo Tian slowly walked towards the faint golden light.

  As the distance drew closer, Luo Tian felt an inexplicable sense of rejection, which made him all the more eager to see clearly the face of that golden light.

  At the same time that Luo Tian felt this sensation, the golden light on the opposite side also seemed to sense his presence and slowly began walking towards him.

  The golden light in front of him made Luo Tian even more astonished, his calm footsteps involuntarily quickening slightly.

  Two golden lights, getting closer and closer with the passage of time. Luo Tian vaguely saw that in the golden light opposite him, there was a figure, and this figure gave him a sense of familiarity.

  "This is it!"

  The scene before his eyes made Luo Tian involuntarily exclaim, for no other reason than that in the golden light before him, there was a figure exactly like himself.

  After the exclamation, Luo Tian suddenly realized that the golden little man in front of him and himself were both in a spiritual state. At this time, the place where he was located could only have one possibility, that is, his own mind.

  "Who are you? How did you end up in my mind? And why do you look exactly like me?"

  Before Luo Tian could speak, the golden figure opposite him spoke first.

  "I am you, you are me."

  Although the two figures looked identical, their temperament was vastly different. One had been steeped in the blood sea of hell for ten thousand years, carrying an obvious aura of murder and slaughter, while the other was just a weak scholar with only a gentle and refined demeanor.

  Looking at his past self, Luo Tian couldn't help but feel a deep-seated hatred, if it wasn't for his own cowardice, how would the Luo family have ended up on the path to destruction?

  At this time, the scene that appeared was clear to Luo Tian. After the destruction of the underworld, he not only did not disperse into nothingness but instead returned to a thousand years ago, appearing in his own sea of consciousness as before.

  However, a physical body can only accommodate one soul. This principle is still understood by Luo Tian. If it weren't so, there wouldn't be that feeling of rejection when the two souls approached each other.

  This means that Luo Tian now has to devour his past self in order to gain control over his body.

  Not for anything else, but just to avoid letting the Luo family repeat their mistakes, he must obtain physical control. Thinking of this, Luo Tian didn't hesitate for a moment, took a step forward, and endured the intense rejection and tearing sensation. He walked in front of his former self, and the murderous aura that had condensed from the hellish blood sea instantly enveloped his former self.

  The outcome was predictable, and after a moment, the two golden lights merged into one...