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Chapter 578: 576: A Thought to Become a God, A Thought to Become a Demon

Chapter 578: Chapter 576: A Thought to Become a God, A Thought to Become a Demon

In Hell.

Mutou lay in a deep pit, surrounded by the intermittent wails of ghosts that made his inner turmoil incredibly fierce.

Five members of the Divine Race hovered in the air, displaying a look of complete disdain.

“I thought a Master of Genius, one of the three great marvels of the Ancient times, would be something formidable, but it seems like nothing special.”

“Don’t spout nonsense. It took all five of us working together to pull him into Hell, which shows that the reputation of the Master of Genius is definitely not exaggerated.”

“Ordinarily, souls that enter Hell are stripped of their power, but his strength hasn’t diminished at all. I can hardly imagine what kind of monster this is.”

“But no matter how powerful he is, from the moment he was pulled into Hell, it was destined that he couldn’t fly away.”

“That’s right, in Hell, our power increases, while his will only continue to weaken.”

“Once in this Hell, even the Ancient gods can’t turn things around. This place belongs to us of the Heavenly Saint Divine Race.”

“……”

Wang Hao swiftly arrived next to Mutou. “Mutou, how are you?! Are you alright?!”

Mutou’s face contorted fiercely, and he growled lowly, “Get away quickly, the farther from me the better. I can’t control it any longer…”

“Can’t control it?!” Wang Hao was stunned. What did that mean?!

Before he could contemplate further, a black mist continuously emitted from Mutou’s body.

The faces of the five Divine Race members drastically changed as they immediately went on guard, sensing a very evil aura emanating from Mutou.

“Roar…”

Mutou roared to the sky, and an intensely cold and evil aura instantly enveloped the entire Hell.

The pupils of the five Divine Race members sharply narrowed as they screamed, “How is this possible? How could his power not weaken but instead surge?!”

Mutou’s eyes turned blood red as he lowly roared, “A thought to become a god, a thought to become a demon, why did you force me…”

Wang Hao was shocked and took off running with Little White, the little fox, and Zhao Yiling.

Although he didn’t understand what had happened, just seeing Mutou’s form and his words was enough to know that nothing good was happening.

Little White expressed his concern, “Wang Hao, do you know what happened to Mutou?!”

Wang Hao shook his head and quickly consulted the Cosmic Encyclopedia system.

The system responded, “Each person’s measurement of good and evil differs, so what is good and what is evil is really hard to judge. If one is trapped and can’t extricate oneself, it can easily trigger a Heart Demon, especially in those with strong Cultivation. The explosion of a Heart Demon can be very powerful.”

Wang Hao blankly said, “Really?! But isn’t he usually very normal?!”

The system replied, “His original wooden body, made from Soul Suppressing Wood, was good at stabilizing his mind. But now his soul has left the Soul Suppressing Wood and arrived in this Hell, rich in negative energy. It would be strange if his Heart Demon didn’t erupt.”

Wang Hao curiously asked, “What will happen if he can’t conquer his Heart Demon?”

The system answered, “If he chooses goodness, then he will be the most benevolent god under the heavens. If he chooses evil, then he will become the cruellest and most heartless demon, as he himself said— a thought to become a god, a thought to become a demon.”

Wang Hao tentatively asked, “So, what do you think are his chances of becoming a god?”

The system coolly responded, “In this Hell, he’s a hundred percent likely to become a demon.”

Wang Hao’s mouth twitched, thinking how characteristically blunt the system’s response was.

“Roar…”

Just then, Mutou roared to the sky again, and from him as the center, vicious cracks spread open, with hot lava spurting everywhere.

“Ah…”

At the same time, those who fell into the lava let out even more miserable screams.

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow and pulled Ling Xiao, Qian Wanyang, and Chen Yao out of the lava in one swift motion.

Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao passed out the moment they were rescued.

The little fox’s eyes twinkled with little stars; indeed, the man she fancied was so cool even in rescuing people.

Zhao Yiling’s lips curved into a slight smile. She found herself liking Wang Hao more and more, whether he was doing good deeds or bad; he was simply irresistible.

“Junior brother, thank you!” Ling Xiao said with a trembling heart. “Where on earth is this place? That kind of pain is truly unbearable for humans.”

“We’ve been caught in a Hell Reincarnation; our souls have been pulled out of our bodies and brought to Hell,” Wang Hao said with a solemn expression.

Ling Xiao exclaimed, “Hell? How are we going to get back?!”

Wang Hao’s gaze fell on Mutou in the distance. “Rather than thinking about how to get back, I think we should focus on how to survive.”

Ling Xiao paused, then turned to look at the handsome and imposing man, noticing his eyes growing redder and his face more ferocious.

Meanwhile, this person’s aura began to merge with Hell, causing his strength to rapidly increase.

Ling Xiao asked with a trembling voice, “What kind of monster is this, able to fuse with Hell?”

“He is Mutou!” Wang Hao sighed. “It’s a pity his heart demon has erupted; he is about to fall into the demon.”

“Senior Mutou?!” Ling Xiao exclaimed.

He gazed dumbfoundedly at Mutou, unable to understand how such a gentle person could have fallen into the demon.

Little White asked, “Wang Hao, is there anything we can do to stop Mutou from turning into a demon?”

“I don’t know either!” Wang Hao shook his head, his lips curving slightly. “But since we can’t go back for the time being and things are already chaotic here, I might as well add to the chaos.”

“Add to the chaos?!” Everyone stared blankly at Wang Hao, uncertain which tricks he still had up his sleeve that could create more chaos than Mutou.

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow, made a hand sign and said in a deep voice, “Evil spirits and ghosts, summon the Yin Soldiers, fight for me!”

Immediately, a cold breath rose from the ground, countless black-robed ghosts emerged from the earth, along with many skeleton warriors…

Looking as far as the eye could see, the Yin Soldiers summoned by Wang Hao were no less than half a billion.

Five members of the Divine Race narrowed their eyes and screamed, “Impossible! This is the Ghost Path’s Divine Skills, Evil Spirits and Ghosts!”

Wang Hao was startled; hadn’t he summoned too many?

The system explained, “Evil Spirits and Ghosts summon Yin Soldiers from the Ghost Path to fight in the human world. However, because of the great distance, the number summoned is limited. But since the host is now in the Hell Path, which is right next to the Ghost Path, the number summoned has increased significantly.”

Wang Hao nodded, realizing suddenly that it was all because of the distance. A poor connection meant fewer helpers, but a closer distance meant a full signal and many more helpers.

Just then, a laugh as if from a supreme being suddenly echoed through Hell, “Ha ha, after millions of years, the Heavenly Saint Divine Race has finally produced a genius who has mastered the Ghost Path’s Divine Skills, truly a blessing for our Heavenly Saint Divine Race…”

Wang Hao’s eyes lit up and he cried loudly, “Ancestral Grandfather save me, the current Clan Leader of the Heavenly Saint Divine Race saw my handsome and dashing charm, my cool and irresistible style, my romantic allure, my tall and graceful stature, my youthful wisdom, my smart and clever nature, my lively cuteness, my elegant demeanor… and thus recognized me as his competitor for the next generation Clan Leader, so he sent people to kill me, a prodigy who started learning literature at three, martial arts at seven, who is extremely talented, rich in knowledge, familiar with astronomy, understands geology, whose appearance makes ladies turn their heads and men leap from buildings, whose merits are as continuous as the endless river and as unstoppable as the overflowing Yellow River… Please, Ancestral Grandfather, take my side…”

At that moment, Hell went silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Wang Hao, really wanting to loudly question him.

Where is your face?!

As a savior, where is your face?!

It’s one thing to be narcissistic, but to shamelessly claim random ancestors, do your parents even know…