The hole was even more broken.
The traces left by Xie Tian's struggle in this hole over ten years ago were only covered with a thin layer of dust.
He waved his right hand, and the dust dispersed.
Xie Tian seemed to see himself when Luo Yin almost turned him into Rakshasa.
He was in the most pain at that time.
Two barons, a viscount, and countless Rakshasa elites under Emperor Luo Zhou's command were hunting him down …
And there was also Baron Lorin, who was hiding in the dark, who had plotted against him when he was exhausted …
Xie Tian clenched his fists.
He would not allow himself to become Rakshasa.
Because Rakshasa killed his majesty, killed his great-grandmother, killed many of his companions, and killed many of his elders.
But now he was struggling.
If he did not become Rakshasa, no matter how many trump cards he had, how strong he was, and how treacherous his plans were, it would be pure wishful thinking to enter Rakshasa's prison as a human to avenge himself and Muye.
Sitting down, Xie Tian fell into deep thought.
When the thought he most wanted to think about appeared, his evil heart began to beat.
He silently assessed the danger this beat represented.
When he was sure that this danger was not enough to make him lose himself, he went into deeper thought.
Evil Bloodline.
Evil Body.
Witch's blood in his body.
Witch's aura.
The few remaining Ancestral Witch's favor.
Little Tyrant.
His growth over the past ten years.
The change of Rakshasa's first blood in his heart.
…
He thought about many things, but he ignored the golden bloodline that was resisting Rakshasa's first blood.
So Xie Tian's thought was very simple — —
Without using his own bloodline, would he be able to change back into a Rakshasa after becoming one?
However, half an hour later, his brows were still furrowed.
Starting from Roquín, Rakshasa's first blood absorbed the blood of several malevolent Rakshasa viscounts.
This behavior made Xie Tian vaguely guess what Luo Yin wanted from him.
But he also paid a price for it.
The price was that Rakshasa's First Blood was slightly stronger than before.
Even if he didn't mention the change in Rakshasa's first blood, he didn't have much confidence in withdrawing his bloodline from his heart, much less turning into Rakshasa.
"I'm stronger than I was ten years ago. There will always be a way …"
Xie Tian muttered to himself. He simply closed his blood-red eyes and released Luo An before entering the Soul Wandering Realm.
The noble Emperor, Luo An, knelt in front of Xie Tian the moment he appeared. His demeanor was incomparably respectful as he stood guard for Xie Tian.
Time flew by.
While Xie Tian stayed in the broken hole, Zhuang Zhou had been kneeling in the biggest square of the Divine Kingdom for a few days.
Kneeling was also a kind of glory, an action that would make others jealous and envious.
This was because the statue in front of Zhuang Zhou was even taller and more majestic than the Rainbow Soul Statue.
The statue's face was calm, and it gave off a faint blood-red divine aura.
It was surrounded by a ring of Divine Fire. The Divine Fire was like a lotus that surrounded the statue, giving the cold statue an additional color.
In the eyes of the people in the Divine Kingdom, this color was one of the characteristics that the Divine Lord was paying attention to and was about to descend.
"The Divine Lord has been paying attention for almost eight days …"
"This is unprecedented in history!"
"Zhuang Zhou is about to rise to the top!"
"The Divine Kingdom and the Divine Lord will definitely return to their glory from a hundred years ago!"
…
There was only one person kneeling.
There were only seven people who had the right to stand outside the statue and point at Zhuang Zhou.
These people were the upper echelons of the Divine Kingdom.
They ruled the boundless Divine Kingdom on behalf of the Divine Lord, Shen Wushuang.
There should have been nine people, but a hundred years ago, two of the old people who should have been bathed in the Divine Fire turned into seven colors and were swallowed by the Divine Fire.
There were not too many people who were swallowed by the Divine Fire.
Without exception, every one of them had more or less turned into seven colors.
If one wanted to live a noble life in the Divine Kingdom, even if they could not bathe in the Divine Fire like the seven old people, their eyes had to be red with fanaticism, worship, and faith.
Zhuang Zhou's black eyes had already turned blood red. There was no calmness, meticulousness, or intelligence in them, only crazy faith and fanatical worship.
The seven old people nodded in praise when they saw this.
For someone like Zhuang Zhou, who was born with black eyes, he would have been killed at birth at any time.
But coincidentally, Zhuang Zhou was born at that crucial time a hundred years ago.
At that time, half of the Divine Kingdom was blood red, and the other half was seven colors. It was in chaos.
At that time, the babies born in the Divine Kingdom were no longer born fanatics.
At that time, all the babies born with black eyes had escaped the Divine Fire's calamity. At the same time, they became the Divine Kingdom's most important training targets.
In the past hundred years, many black eyes had turned seven colors and died in the Divine Fire. There were very few who could survive to this day.
Zhuang Zhou was one of them, and he was also the last.
Meanwhile, the intelligence he displayed in terms of military formations was the only reason why the black-eyed infant who was born a hundred years ago wasn't immediately killed.
Because of the violent collision of the Great Emperor Lieshun's statue against the Divine Kingdom, these babies broke free from the Divine Kingdom's control over reincarnation. They became anomalies among the Divine Kingdom's people and lost their natural faith in Shen Wushuang.
And because of this, they showed talent and intelligence that far surpassed the Divine Kingdom's people — —
Cultivation.
Battle.
Military formations.
Alchemy.
Refining weapons.
Governing the country.
Governing the world.
Educating people.
… …
The funny thing was, the stronger this group of people with black eyes, the faster Shen Wushuang's cultivation dropped.
Fortunately, this group of people with black eyes still had the possibility of becoming his believers.
"It's done!"
"An entire year!"
"In the past hundred years, a total of 364 people with black eyes have become believers. Zhuang Zhou took the longest!"
"But according to experience, the longer it takes, the better the talent!"
"The Divine Master's will should be descending soon …"
… …
Seven old men draped in blood-colored divine robes slowly knelt down with looks of worship on their faces.
At the same time, a thought appeared in their minds …
Boom!
Divine thunder rumbled.
Divine fire burned.
The statue was living.
Divine might spread.
"Divine Kingdom's people welcome the Divine Master's arrival!"
The seven people prostrated on the ground and cheered loudly.
Zhuang Zhou did the same.
Everyone within the area covered by the statue's divine might did the same.
The statue's dead eyes had opened at some point.
This pair of eyes ignored all the people who were prostrating in worship. Silence, it sized up Zhuang Zhou who was also prostrating in worship.
Shen Wushuang had seen Zhuang Zhou before.
A hundred years ago, he had even seen a total of 10,046 black-eyed babies born in the Divine Kingdom.
Every one of them was vivid in his mind.
He had seen every one of their growth.
Every one of them moved his heart.
But almost every one of them was killed by him.
Good at cultivation?
Good at combat?
Good at pill refinement?
Good at comprehension?
…
Shen Wushuang was not sure if Xie Tian wanted to learn it himself. Among the three thousand Daos in this world, there was no one that Xie Tian could not excel in.
As a result, all the black-eyed babies died.
Now, Zhuang Zhou was the only one left.
Zhuang Zhou was still alive because he did not have a chance to shine.
And in the half a year that the Divine Kingdom descended, which was also over thirty years in the Divine Kingdom, Zhuang Zhou finally displayed a talent that was different from the people of the Divine Kingdom.
His talent was military formations.
Military formations?
Shen Wushuang thought of the Evil Army in the Kingdom of the Nine States.
It was these two words that made the statue's eyes shoot out two beams of red light without hesitation, landing on Zhuang Zhou who was prostrating in worship.
Whoosh …
Zhuang Zhou died and turned into nothingness.
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