Lanling truly turned to ashes!
Everything vanished — his body, his golden bloodline, his cultivation, everything disappeared.
In the most traditional sense, he was dead, transford into a complete ghost.
Even the undead samurai are ghosts, but they are refined into light and shadow. Yet Lanling, as a ghost, possessed nothing but a mass of chaos, dark chaos.
Even the witch queen Daji, who had broken through to the king level, could only see a mass of chaos.
It was nothing like the undead samurai, which have the shape of light and shadow in a human form.
And at the mont Lanling turned to ashes, all the death samurai within the Fla Demon Empire froze, motionless. This included Gou Li, even Emperor Di Ming, and the twelve Dragon Temple Sub-King level puppet priests who had been sucked and devoured by Lanling.
Originally, the Fla Demon Empire had twenty Sub-Kings; with Lanling’s disintegration, thirteen were directly rendered useless, becoming like statues, leaving only three, plus over twenty thousand death samurai.
The top-level Martial Arts Legion of the Fla Demon Empire suddenly collapsed by half.
Luckily, there was the Witch Kingdom, the Winged Tribe, and even the addition of the Tiancha King, otherwise the Fla Demon Empire would have completely shut down, and planning to resist the Demon Empire would have been out of the question.
During this process, Di Nie and Ashi Liren were constantly talking with Gou Li.
Suddenly, Gou Li froze mid-sentence, becoming immobile, like a perfect statue.
Di Nie and Ashi Liren knew the ti had co!
Lanling had already disintegrated; the point of no return had been reached. Whether he could be resurrected, no one knew!
A tear rolled down as Di Nie took a deep breath and said, "At most, we die together. If my husband cannot return, I will gather the family together and use the Hell Condensing Demon Formation to smash us, accompanying him, so none of us will feel any pain."
Ashi Liren said, "Count in."
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After disintegration, the strangest thing was Lanling himself.
Having beco a ghost after death, all his power had dissipated, unlike undead samurai who have strong martial power.
In every legend, ghosts are portrayed as powerful and terrifying. However, upon becoming a ghost, Lanling found himself extraordinarily weak, unable to do anything.
He couldn’t fight, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t even move. Without a body, he was nothing but a mass of consciousness, entirely adrift in the wind.
This sense of helplessness was even stronger than that of a completely paralyzed person.
But what was even more unusual was the subversion and change in his thoughts and spirit.
Before disintegration, Lanling was filled with reluctance, hatred, and anger.
He wanted to destroy the Dragon Temple, rescue his family, kill Zhi Yan, protect the Fla Demon Empire, protect his entire family, and revive Na Xue.
But after disintegration, these intense desires seed to dissipate as well.
He felt endless liberation, similar to a mountain climber who exhausted all energy to reach the peak and only wanted to lie down, not move at all.
Despite having many unfinished tasks, he suddenly lost all purpose.
Death is everyone’s ultimate goal. In comparison to this goal, any ambition seems dull. Having reached this goal prematurely, everything beca aningless for Lanling.
Things like protecting the Fla Demon Empire and destroying the Dragon Temple suddenly beca distant and weariso.
He felt like soone who was extrely tired, with the only thought being to sleep.
And to sleep ant losing all consciousness, thinking of nothing, which equates to soul dispersal!
Yao Xing suddenly said, "Master, your soul is drifting towards the Netherworld. Once you fall asleep, it ans soul dispersal, and I will leave you forever."
Once Yao Xing left Lanling’s body, it ant everything had prematurely ended.
Lanling’s resistance was over, the Fla Demon Empire was over, and the Demon Emperor’s enterprise was over.
Yao Xing would have to find another host, and the cycle would begin anew!
At this mont, in Lanling’s vision, the Ruins of Doom Magic Capital transford into a world of green light and shadow, and in the distance was a dark crack — the real Netherworld Rift leading to hell.
And Lanling’s soul was uncontrollably flying towards the Netherworld Rift, an irreversible process.
If Lanling fell asleep at this mont, it ant soul purification, equivalent to entering the Netherworld to start the cycle again. But since he originally did not belong to this world, he couldn’t reincarnate and could only eternally sink.
Thus, the process of drifting towards the Netherworld Rift was one of soul dispersal; the soul must not sleep. However, this sleep was irresistible.
"Master, master, once you fall asleep, I will completely leave you." Yao Xing called out.
"Mmm." Lanling responded with no reaction.
Yao Xing said, "You still have extre hatred left unavenged, the Dragon Temple remains undestroyed, and your family hasn’t been rescued."
"Mmm." Lanling responded aninglessly.
Yao Xing said, "My energy is insufficient to traverse ti and planes to find an appropriate host like you; I’ll look for two suitable hosts on this plane, Kui Shuangshuang and Fu Lingxi."
Lanling’s consciousness suddenly shuddered, halting the dispersal of his soul.
No one wants to lose what they already possess, especially not when what they’ve lost goes to those they hate most.
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