"Almost. It's about time to completely take care of Tang San, and Yu Xiaogang. These two should be worth a lot of money."
With the Golden Dragon King's matter resolved, a dark light flashed in Nangong Lingyun's eyes.
To date, almost all of his wishes have come true.
Whether it's power, lust, fame, or longevity and invincible power, he has reached the pinnacle of the human realm.
When one reaches the summit, all mountains look small.
Looking around, no one in the God Realm dares to defy his will. Even the domineering and arrogant Asura God can only obediently bow down.
It seems there is nothing left to pursue.
Except for one thing: Feixian City, which was specially set up to trick Tang San.
Countless efforts and energy were spent designing the levels, and many of his subordinates participated in the assessment.
If it's just a fake fantasy, it would be a bit of a pity.
Moreover, guarding Douluo's small plot of land for generations would be too petty. What's the difference between that and Tang San?
With a cheat in hand, one should set their sights on higher and broader worlds.
Nangong Lingyun examines himself three times a day.
The beauties of Douluo have been swept away. Are there none in other Worlds?
His power in Douluo has reached its peak. Can't he become even stronger in other planes?
Furthermore, how can dominating one World's power compare to ruling All Heavens and Myriad Realms?
Life never ceases, and the struggle never ends.
As long as one is alive, they should strive for excellence.
However, the Feixian City's initial setting was too high-end. Truly realizing it would undoubtedly be an astronomical figure.
Before starting, he must collect as many pleasure points as possible.
… …
On an unknown planet, Tang San has been trapped here for a whole year.
No one speaks to him, not even a blade of grass, an insect, or a bird.
All day long, he can only stare blankly at the starry sky or the earth, and his spirit is about to collapse.
He tried to activate part of the power left by Divine King Tang San, hoping to leave this place.
The result was that he did fly out, but the vastness of the Universe was beyond imagination. A nearby planet looked very close, but after flying with all his might for three days and three nights, there was no sign of getting closer.
Not to mention those more distant planets, which could also lead to rapid power consumption and death halfway.
Although in this situation, being alive is no different from being dead,
as long as there is a glimmer of hope, another possibility, he doesn't want to die.
After returning, Tang San tried to find things to do, such as building houses with his own hands, and even forging rocks into steel to research his favorite Hidden Weapons.
But he still couldn't alleviate the loneliness in his heart, and instead became more and more irritable.
After all, humans are social animals, and besides, if he can't show off and there's no invincibility to kill, what's the use of these Hidden Weapons?
It wasn't until Nangong Lingyun thought of him that a slight unusual change finally occurred.
On this day, Tang San was regretting his stupidity for the countless time,
when suddenly, an extremely strange blood-colored Yin cloud began to condense in the sky above his head.
This Yin cloud seemed to contain endless sin, endless slaughter, and endless terror, giving people an unusually frightening feeling.
Just looking at it from a distance gave him a feeling of palpitations, and even his divine soul was trembling.
Although he had never seen what this was, a sense of understanding inexplicably arose in San Zi's heart. Two words: heavenly punishment.
Divine King Tang San committed great sins. Now, heavenly punishment is about to arrive.
Bing Qing Yu Jie was both shocked, angry, and fearful, her heart splitting and her liver cracking. She quickly shouted loudly at the sky:
"I am not that Divine King Tang San. I am just an ordinary Spirit Master Tang San from this Time and Space.
I didn't do those things. I'm a good person. You've got the wrong target."
"Hey, aren't you kidding me?
If you kill the wrong good person, you will also be punished in the future."
"Divine King Tang San tricked me into swapping bodies with him.
Not only did he impersonate me and go to Feixian City, but he also put all the sins he had committed on me.
Please, you must see clearly."
"Father, I was wrong. I was really wrong and regret it.
I shouldn't have become a Spirit Master. I want to listen to you and go back to Saint Spirit Village to be an ordinary blacksmith.
Get drunk on two or three cups of cheap wine every day and sleep for a whole day."
However, no matter how he shouted or how desperately he roared, the Yin cloud remained unmoved.
The range became wider and wider, and the cloud layer became thicker and thicker. An extremely terrifying power gradually accumulated inside.
The huge pressure quickly made him unable to move, and he could only kneel on the ground, watching all this continue to happen with incomparable despair and horror.
About five minutes later, blood-red and eerie Lightning began to flicker in the clouds.
With just one strike, his body was completely penetrated. Even Divine King Tang San's divine body couldn't withstand it, and his bones and flesh rotted instantly.
Nine consecutive Lightning strikes, each one thicker and more terrifying than the last.
In the end, not to mention the body, not even a drop of blood or a cell was left.
Only the soul floated alone in the air, losing its physical support and unable to make any movements.
In a daze, there were vaguely two figures, one black and one white, who locked him with iron chains into an extremely gloomy hall.
The walls were gray-black and covered with countless strange beasts, but without exception, they were all corpses.
Either their heads were cut off, or their hearts were pierced, or they were burned into a pile of coke, or they were drowned and their skin was swollen.
The miserable deaths were vivid and lifelike, and the blood was so red that it seemed to have just flowed out.
On both sides stood rows of blue-faced, fanged, and red-eyed armored giants, completely meeting his ultimate imagination of hell.
These terrifying scenes caused Tang San's heart to endure unimaginable torment every moment.
At the innermost part of the gloomy hall was a huge divine statue sitting behind an Eight Immortals table.
Above the divine statue's head, at an unknown height, was a stone mirror floating. Endless black gas surged on the mirror surface, and the light emitted from it was also black.
Bing Qing Yu Jie didn't even see the face of the divine statue clearly when a grand voice sounded above his head.
"Shura God King Tang San, you should have protected one side, but you recklessly created slaughter for your own benefit, causing countless deaths and bearing countless karma.
You are hereby immediately cast into the animal realm, to experience calamities for 129.6 trillion lifetimes, to be a cow or a horse for the reincarnations of those who died because of you, or to be killed or eaten by them.
After each lifetime ends, you will be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell to suffer for 180,000 years, 10,000 years for each type of punishment in each level.
Only after you have repaid all karma and have no new sins can you be reborn as a human again."
"I am not Divine King Tang San. You have the wrong person. You really have the wrong person…"
Bing Qing Yu Jie roared frantically in his heart. Unimaginable terror had reached its extreme at this moment.
129.6 trillion lifetimes. How much Time is that? Tens of millions of trillions of years?
Each time he is reincarnated, he will have to suffer for another 180,000 years, which adds up to 233 billion trillion years.
However, he can only roar in his heart. He doesn't know what's wrong with his mouth, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't open it at all, and he can't even make a nasal sound.
He just watched helplessly as he was suppressed.