Universe’s Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 555 - 553: Golden Reincarnation (Five Updates)
Chapter 555 -553: Golden Reincarnation (Five Updates)
Little White curiously asked, “What is a mutated Divine Skill!?”
“If one has the bloodline of the Divine Race, they can somewhat resist the attack of Divine Skills.” Mutou said gravely, “However, once a Divine Skill mutates, it can ignore the Divine Race bloodline. That is to say, with a mutated Divine Skill, it doesn’t matter if the opponent is an ordinary person or a member of the Divine Race, they can’t resist it at all.”
Little White was shocked, “Doesn’t that mean that even if Wang Hao awakens the bloodline of the Tianming Divine Race, he still can’t resist that Reincarnation Hell!?”
Mutou nodded and sighed, “Unless Wang Hao’s strength breaks through to Martial Saint, he simply can’t withstand Chu Tianxuan’s golden Reincarnation.”
Little White, anxious, rushed quickly towards Wang Hao and shouted, “Wang Hao, stop quickly, that guy’s Divine Skill has mutated.”
“Mutated!?” Wang Hao was stunned, What does a mutated Divine Skill mean anyway!?
“Now you find out, don’t you think it’s too late!? Just go to Hell for me!” said Chu Tianxuan, forming a strange hand gesture with both hands aimed at Wang Hao. He coldly exclaimed, “Golden Reincarnation, Hell opens!!”
The next second, the world suddenly stood still, and a beam of golden light shot from Chu Tianxuan’s hands, directly towards Wang Hao across the Thunder God Sea.
Wang Hao’s body trembled, and everything before his eyes changed.
Little White, who had been running towards him, vanished, replaced by a Ghost-faced Demon.
The tumultuous Thunder God Sea in front of him turned into a massive pool of lava with bubbling hot air rolling continuously.
The sky also became gloomy and oppressively heavy.
Wang Hao frowned and muttered to himself, “Is this an Illusion Technique?!”
The next second, the ground beneath Wang Hao gave way, and he plunged into the lava.
“Ah!!”
Wang Hao let out a wretched scream as he tried to rise, only to find his Cultivation had vanished instantly.
On the bank, the Ghost-faced Demon wore a sinister smile, holding a Trident in hand, continuously stabbing at him, pressing him into the lava.
And the scalding lava not only baked his flesh but also tore apart his soul, making him feel as though his head was about to explode.
At the same time, the sounds of sobbing reached his ears, telling him stories and recounting their tragic lives.
This made Wang Hao not only suffer from splitting headaches but also feel extremely irritable.
“Roar…”
Wang Hao clenched his head and roared in fury, “All of you, shut up!”
“Woo woo…”
But the wailing grew even more intense, and the tone of those recounting their tragic tales became even more desolate.
At the same time, these cries had some inexplicable allure, unconsciously drawing him into those stories.
“Woo woo, my daughter is dead… died so horribly!”
“Woo woo, I grew up without parents and got beaten until my limbs were broken. How pitiful!”
“Woo woo, I once had a happy family, but then we encountered a corrupt official. We lost our home, and my wife and children were scattered. How tragic!”
“……”
“Huff huff…”
Wang Hao gasped heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead.
The pain in his body made his will incredibly fragile.
The enticing cries added to his agony, luring him into experiencing different lives.
What with the loss of spouses and children, being born under the ominous star of Sha, good people getting no rewards, and the despicable struck by lightning…
These miserable experiences continually assaulted his nerves and were breaking down his belief in the will to survive.
He felt that living was truly meaningless, that it was nothing but pain, that alive he could see no hint of hope.
At the same time, another voice kept telling him, “Sleep, sleep! Since life is so painful, you might as well never wake up. The world has abandoned you, so there’s no need for you to continue existing in it. In sleep, you’ll find paradise.”
“Spout your crap somewhere else, I haven’t done enough damage to this world to leave just yet!”
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Wang Hao roared in anger, activating the skill his prince-of-shamelessness nature afforded him—shameless persistence—and holding steadfast to his morals.
The next second, the seductive power of the sobs by his ear was gone.
His head stopped hurting instantly, and although the burns on his body still pained him, the agony wasn’t unbearable.
However, the scenery around him remained the same; he was still soaking in the lava, and the ghost-faced demon continued stabbing at him with its trident.
Wang Hao frowned while enduring the pain, “Is this really Hell? How am I supposed to get back then!?”
Just then, Little White’s crying echoed in his heart, “Wang Hao, what’s happened to you, you big calamity? Wake up!”
“This is… a spiritual connection!” Wang Hao’s eyes lit up. He closed his eyes, ignoring the ghost-faced demons, and strove to sense the calling deep within his soul.
Meanwhile, in front of the palace of the Thunder God Inheritance.
Wang Hao lay motionless on the ground while Little White cried and shook him.
At the same time, Little White held a kitchen knife, ready to chop at Wang Hao to make him resurrect faster.
But each time the knife came down, it hesitated—what if it killed him?
Mutou approached, sighing, “He’s indeed been trapped by the Reincarnation Hell; Wang Hao’s soul has fallen to Hell and can’t return.”
Little White asked anxiously, “Is there really no way to save Wang Hao?!”
Mutou shook his head, “To my knowledge, no one has ever returned from Hell, unless it’s those who are heartless walking dead, who can disregard the cruelties of Hell.”
At that moment, Wang Hao’s devil-may-care voice rang out, “Hey, big log, who are you calling heartless?!”
Mutou’s pupils shrank, he looked down in shock at Wang Hao. This guy did not seem to be the unfeeling, callous type; how did he come back from Hell!? Could it be Chu Tianxuan didn’t master the golden cycle of reincarnation?
“Ha, I knew this troublemaker couldn’t die…” Little White wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, jumped onto Wang Hao’s shoulder, and rubbed its little head against Wang Hao’s face.
Wang Hao rubbed Little White’s rabbit head and handed him a carrot.
If it weren’t for Little White’s psychic call, he might have indeed been unable to leave that so-called Hell.
Mutou examined Wang Hao and couldn’t help asking, “Where did you just go!?”
Wang Hao shivered involuntarily, “I’m not sure where it was, but I know it was terrifying. If your mind isn’t strong, you could easily be seduced into becoming a despairing walking dead. Even with a strong mind, if you can’t find the way back, you would still get lost there eventually.”
“How did you come back then!?” Mutou asked curiously.
He really couldn’t understand how this youngster had broken free from the golden reincarnation.
“Guess!” Wang Hao said with a slight smile.
Mutou’s face darkened completely; he realized this Wang Hao was indeed a bad seed, and annoyingly so.
Wang Hao turned his gaze towards Chu Tianxuan on the opposite shore of the Thunder God Sea, his face suddenly grew cold…
