Chapter 302: From Today On, You Are the Proxy King of Hell!
“Come on, tell me, why do you want to fake your death and escape? Isn’t being the God of War in Hell good?”
Zhou Tong asked with a smile.
“I’m used to being laid-back, and I just don’t like being constrained. This is something I inherited from my Ancestral Master.”
“Your ancestor?”
“That’s right. You should have met him; after all, your third eye still carries his aura.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhou Tong suddenly trembled.
The Heaven-defying Eye could be purchased in the marketplace of the Secret Realm of the Wild Mountains, and it is part of the strongest physique.
When he first fused with the Heaven-defying Eye, Zhou Tong had faced a hazy figure who also held a golden rod, a powerful being with unmatched might.
“Strong warriors deserve respect, thus I must prevail; heroes dare to seize the lead!”
Zhou Tong murmured, causing the other party’s eyes to shine.
“You really have seen him. From what I know, my ancestor accomplished something remarkable. Ever since he ascended, his descendants have always been under the scrutiny of the Heavenly Dao’s laws.”
“I understand now; you crave freedom.”
Zhou Tong said.
“Not entirely; mainly because I find it dirty.”
As soon as he said this, a look of disgust appeared on Hei Qing’s face.
“Well… that’s somewhat understandable. Hell is indeed filled with filth.”
“Hehe…”
Hei Qing laughed with even more sarcasm, “Compared to some things, Hell is relatively clean.”
Zhou Tong immediately perked up.
“Elaborate.”
“I can’t say much, but you’ll encounter it eventually. With your strength, it’s only a matter of time before you’re targeted!”
Hei Qing spat out the grass root in his mouth, sitting up straight and seriously saying, “Either way, I owe you a favor. Before this space dissipates, I want to properly thank you.”
As he finished speaking, he performed a technique and demonstrated the Art of Battle and the Movement Art.
“You must be very interested in these two divine powers, right?”
Zhou Tong remained silent, but his eyes betrayed him.
The Art of Battle could specialize combat power to a terrifying degree, even transforming spiritual energy into a specific energy used for battle, known as “Fighting Qi.”
The so-called “Fighting Qi” is comparable to the “formless form” in spiritual energy, able to evolve into countless forms; that external incarnation technique is a result of the transformation of “Fighting Qi.”
As for the Movement Art, its function is even more straightforward and brutal.
In all martial arts, only speed is invincible, and this divine power represents the ultimate in speed.
If cultivated to the limit, one step could turn the world upside down, and even manipulate the river of time to let everything age or renew.
“You are too polite!”
Zhou Tong was ecstatic, waving his hand.
“Then don’t blame me for being rude!”
As soon as these words were spoken, Hei Qing was stunned, his expression a bit dazed as he said, “At first, I really liked you…”
“What about now?” Zhou Tong asked, wide-eyed.
“I like you even more!”
“Hahaha…”
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter together.
…
Half an hour later, Zhou Tong opened his eyes.
“You truly are extraordinary; you managed to grasp my divine powers in such a short time. This is the so-called Ignorant Realm, right?”
Hei Qing said in surprise.
“Just luck…”
Zhou Tong modestly replied. This time, not only did he gain two divine powers, but he also perfectly absorbed the battle experience from earlier, forcing his own realm to rise a notch.
He was now a peak reincarnator; with just one more step, he could enter the Semi-Sage level, opening the Heart’s Pure Land, and completing the first step in his pact with the Earth’s Veins.
Immediately, the figure of Zhong Ningxue appeared in his mind.
“Time is tight; when I return, I must double my efforts with her!”
“Rumble!”
Suddenly, the space shook violently, and it looked like it was about to collapse.
“Pleasant times are always so brief.”
Hei Qing lifted the golden rod and shouldered it.
“Kid, we will meet again!”
He demonstrated the Movement Art while evolving the Dharmakaya, dissipating into the heavens and the earth!
In just a few blinks, this space completely collapsed, and Zhou Tong fell back into Hell.
As soon as he returned, a familiar figure came into view; it was the Yin Chen Nan, and all his subordinates were inexplicably asleep.
“Enemies crossing paths!”
Without a second thought, Zhou Tong was ready to strike!
“Wait, my lord!!”
The other party smiled respectfully, causing Zhou Tong to pause for a moment.
“What do you call me?”
“My lord!”
The other party repeated, with a hint of gratitude in his tone.
“Thanks to your assistance, the True Monarch should have found liberation, right?”
As soon as this was said, Zhou Tong’s heart trembled slightly.
“That’s right; I have already obliterated his soul!”
“That’s good, that’s good. The True Monarch has been kind to me; he has long had enough of that constrained life. Now that he can enjoy great freedom, it’s a good thing! I thank you here!”
The other person bowed to Zhou Tong, then said, “Let me handle the remaining troubles for you.”
“When I return to the Main Netherworld, just say the True Monarch has perished with you, and I personally took charge of appointing a new Proxy King of Hell. After this matter, no one will continue to investigate!”
“You have such great authority; who exactly are you?” Zhou Tong asked with a slight smile.
“That’s a secret!”
The Yin Chen Nan waved his hand and returned the King of Hell flag to Zhou Tong.
“Who you appoint as the Proxy King of Hell is entirely up to you. I’m off!”
After saying this, the Yin Chen Nan vanished before Zhou Tong.
…
“My lord, is it really okay to do this?”
Beside the Yin Chen Nan, his trusted aide hesitated and asked.
“What’s wrong with that?”
In the next moment, the Yin Chen Nan changed shape and appearance, revealing himself to be an elderly man.
“What King of Hell? I’ve long wanted to quit! I reached retirement age three thousand years ago but have had to keep working all these years!”
“But… that little girl.”
“That girl has a pure heart; as long as she is not tainted, she will be even more outstanding than I in the future. The only flaw is that she is too weak; if she cannot change…”
At this point, the old man suddenly stopped.
“Spit, spit, spit… why am I wasting words? I’m nearly retired; from now on, I won’t bother with these worries!”
“Isn’t this a bit inappropriate? Under the watch of the Heavenly Dao, it’s not easy to retire.”
“You fool, can’t I fake my death?”
The King of Hell revealed a playful smile: “You just remember, when that day really comes, make sure to throw me a grand funeral!”
“Understood!!”
…
Near the Yellow Springs, Zhe Mei was guarded in the center by the Yin Chas, her eyes filled with anxiety.
“I wonder how Big Brother is doing?”
“Do we even need to ask? Of course, he’s victorious!”
In the next moment, Zhou Tong appeared before everyone.
“Big Brother!”
Zhe Mei was overjoyed and wanted to rush to him for affection.
However, before she could act, her face was covered with a piece of yellow cloth.
“I hereby declare, from today on, you are the Proxy King of Hell here!”
