Tang San was utterly exhausted and didn't want to open his eyes, but that sensation was growing increasingly vivid.

The tightness that had just recovered was once again forced open, again and again.

In particular, that foul, sickening stench poured straight into his mouth.

Extremely unwilling, he opened his eyes, and through the haze, nightmarish, inhuman faces came into view.

"No! Mmh mmh mmh!!!"

Tang San's eyes widened in horror, all drowsiness vanishing. He struggled violently, but having no strength left in his body, he was pinned firmly against a large boulder by two Wolf Bandits.

"No!"

"Why?!"

"Kill!

I'll kill you all!"

Tang San erupted with fury, and Blue Silver Emperor vines pierced straight through the Wolf Bandits before and behind him like spears.

The Eight Spider Lances tore through his clothing in a terrifying display, stabbing directly into the Wolf Bandits' flesh.

Devour activated.

Tang San's eyes turned blood-red, and with a retch, he spat out a thick clump of phlegm.

The tearing pain from his backside continued. The Wolf Bandit impaled by the Blue Silver Emperor vines was still convulsing, suddenly thrashing violently.

Tang San couldn't help but let out a groan as warmth flooded into his abdomen; he actually felt an unusual surge of comfort.

Yet fury immediately consumed his mind once more: "Ah!!!! Kill, kill, kill!!!

Kill every last one of you!

Kill every last one of you!!!"

Tang San was near complete breakdown. The Eight Spider Lances pierced one Wolf Bandit after another, the devouring power making him fight with ever-greater ferocity, even causing a noticeable increase in his Soul Power.

"Why?

Why must you push me to this?

Qian Xunji!

Bibi Dong!

Spirit Hall!

You all already have a Way to Court Death!!!"

The Eight Spider Lances took the place of his feet, leaping forward.

Without hesitation, Tang San charged straight into a small hamlet.

His condition had not yet fully recovered.

He needed power; he needed vitality.

His own cultivation was too slow, so plundering was his only choice.

To devour.

Upon the azure blades of the Blue Silver Emperor, the original golden veins gradually turned black, and the vines took on an increasingly profound hue.

An unknown amount of time passed before Tang San gradually regained his clarity.

The Eight Spider Lances behind him had turned an eerie blood-red, and the Blue Silver Emperor had shifted into a purplish-black.

A shadowy, pitch-black glimmer emanated from the depths of his eyes, sinister and dreadful.

"Dad!"

Beneath the waterfall, Tang San spoke with little emotion in his voice.

He did not enter the cave behind the waterfall; for some reason, he simply didn't want to go in.

Even though his mother was inside.

Hearing the call, Tang Hao leaped out, his gaze instantly freezing upon seeing Tang San.

"Xiao San, you!"

He could hardly believe it. How long had his son been away?

How could his demeanor have altered so drastically?

Previously, one glance at Tang San would make anyone feel comfortable; he had possessed a natural aura that drew people close.

Now, however, Tang San was gloomy, radiating Killing Intent, his eyes almost entirely devoid of human feeling.

"Eldest Uncle is dead!"

Tang San wasted no words, delivering the news directly to Tang Hao: "He was killed by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo working together under Spirit Hall's orders.

We ran into them in Hanhai City.

Eldest Uncle had me leave first, but he failed to make it out."

Tang Hao's expression changed drastically, as if struck by lightning.

"No, why?!

Boundless Heavens!!! Why do you treat me so cruelly?!!!!

Just what sin have I, Tang Hao, committed?"

Tang Hao wept in agonizing sorrow, aggravating his internal injuries until blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Dad, now is not the time for grief.

Do you know of any other extraordinary, mystical places across the continent?

We can no longer go to Sea God Island.

I must seek another path to become a god."

"Another path to become a god?"

Tang Hao looked at Tang San; his son had changed far too much.

Just what had he endured during these past days?

He vaguely sensed that the Killing Intent clinging to Tang San was not obtained through slaying regular foes.

The people he had killed were likely not enemies at all.

Yet Tang Hao did not care; instead, the Killing Intent on Tang San brought a certain place to mind.

"There is one!

Slaughter City!"

...Sky Screen Timeline...

Bibi Dong remained pinned upon the Mystic Ice Platform, enduring the scorching sun and biting frost.

Even after an entire month under the burning sun, the Mystic Ice Platform showed no sign of melting; chilling vapors continuously drifted from it, freezing the surrounding seawater into a thick sheet of ice.

After his affinity with the God of Creation reached 20%, Qian Xunji was already capable of manipulating all basic elements at will.

"The time is drawing near."

Bo Saixi appeared beside Qian Xunji, her complexion noticeably rosier than before his arrival.

This was all Qian Xunji's doing.

Particularly after Bibi Dong's arrival, once Bo Saixi had uttered those words,

Qian Xunji had become even more unbridled and audacious.

Furthermore, this fellow never followed conventional paths—either launching surprise ambushes or binding her before tossing her into small groves of trees.

Across Sea God Island, who knew how many spots had already been claimed by the two of them.

"Sending her back is for the best; we can't let her die here, after all."

The reason Qian Xunji spared Bibi Dong's life was still out of consideration for Qian Renxue's feelings.

Moreover, at this point, Bibi Dong no longer posed any threat whatsoever.

Her Godhead was shattered, and her Martial Soul had been thoroughly crippled.

The spacetime passage opened, forcefully dragging Bibi Dong inside.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Bibi Dong appeared as though dead.

Yet naturally, she could not die.

After Bibi Dong vanished, the scene displayed upon the Sky Screen suddenly shifted, once again projecting Bibi Dong's silhouette.

It was the Bibi Dong of the Sky Screen's spacetime.

Just as before, she busied herself with endless chores; whether gathering firewood, cooking, washing clothes, or tending vegetables, she did everything herself.

When Yu Xiaogang had gone out, he had only purchased rice, not bothering to buy any oil, salt, soy sauce, or vinegar.

Bibi Dong washed her face in tears day in and day out, and Yu Xiaogang no longer made any effort to soothe her.

"Cry, cry, cry—crying is all you ever know how to do!

Aside from crying, what else can you do?"

Wearing an impatient expression, Yu Xiaogang scraped the remaining rice from his bowl and overturned the table: "You still have the face to cry?

If not for you, would I be forced to hide away in this valley day after day?

Months have gone by, and you haven't even conceived a child. What use do I have for you?"

Yu Xiaogang barked in furious rebuke, no longer bothering to maintain any facade of affection.

Grief-stricken, Bibi Dong no longer spared Yu Xiaogang any face: "I haven't conceived?

With that half-inch prick of yours, you couldn't even claim my virginity!

And you actually expect me to get pregnant?

I must have been completely blind to ever fall for you!

You piece of trash, clutching your books day in and day out—aside from plagiarizing and fabricating nonsense, what else are you capable of?

Even if you wrote those books with utmost brilliance, not a single soul would ever acknowledge you as a Genius Soul Master!

You are nothing but trash, trash too cowardly to face reality, trash wallowing in empty vanity and self-importance!"

Bibi Dong cursed vehemently at the top of her lungs: "I was truly a fool to abandon a magnificent future, to cast aside the bright Dao my teacher paved for me, all to choose a piece of trash like you!

Isn't it just a child you want me to bear for you?

Hahaha, why don't you show the ability to take my virginity first, then?

trash!

In cultivation you are trash, and as a man, you are worse than trash!"

Bibi Dong laughed maniacally, venting all the suppressed bitterness and resentment of the past several months.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned livid. Lurching forward, he struck Bibi Dong across the face with a vicious slap: "Bitch!

Even if I am trash, you were the one who threw yourself at me!

Your teacher treated you so well, so why did you betray her?

If Spirit Hall was so great, why did you leave Spirit Hall?

You are not only a bitch, you are also a traitor—a traitor to Spirit Hall!

It was only because Qian Xunji went soft that your worthless life was spared!

The only worth you have left is this body of yours.

If I can't get you pregnant, my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has plenty of men who can!

When the offspring is born, it will still belong to the bloodline of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

Yu Xiaogang's face was dark and sinister, while Bibi Dong stared at him in utter disbelief.

"Wh-What did you say?"

She could hardly believe what her ears had just heard.

She rushed desperately toward the kitchen, intending to take her own life.

Yet she was already crippled; Yu Xiaogang kicked her to the floor and cracked another slap across her face.

"Bitch, you ought to feel honored to carry on the bloodline for my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"