NIP Chapter 355 If we can't afford to offend the Samsara Palace, can't we at least not offend
Chapter 355 If we can't afford to offend the Samsara Palace, can't we at least not offend
Beyond the Heavenly Mystery Realm, on the Other Side of Endless Time and Space, lies the Realm of Demons and Gods.
This is the most filthy and depraved of all the realms, yet it is also one of the most powerful planes.
The sky was a nauseating dark purple, with no sun, only three crescent moons dripping with black blood hanging high in the heavens.
The earth is paved with the bones of countless living beings, and the winding rivers are not filled with water, but with boiling magma and highly corrosive demonic blood.
At the center of this world stands a magnificent palace that soars into the clouds, its entire structure forged from the remnants of ancient stars—the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons.
Deep within the palace, upon a pitch-black throne large enough to contain mountains, sat a figure whose majesty defied description.
He is the supreme ruler of this realm of demons, the spiritual totem of billions of demons, and the true form of the divine thought emanation just now—Demon King Rasmode.
"snort!"
A cold snort resounded like thunder in the empty hall.
Outside the palace, millions of high-ranking demons on patrol were terrified upon hearing this cold snort, and they all knelt down, trembling with fear.
"Blame you..."
Rasmode slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain two collapsing universes, filled with violence and gloom.
"That ant from the mortal world... actually managed to erase my avatar?"
For an being like Him, standing at the pinnacle of all heavens, losing a divine avatar is like a human losing a hair—utterly insignificant. He has countless avatars, scattered throughout the heavens, and can readily condense countless more at any time.
What truly angered and puzzled Him was the method of "erasure".
That power does not belong to the laws, the Great Dao, or even any energy system that He recognizes.
That was pure... "negation".
It's as if an ant, holding a pen, casually erased His incarnation from the canvas of all the heavens and the myriad worlds.
"Interesting...but also infuriating."
"In the countless billions of years that I have ruled the realm of demons and gods, no mortal has ever dared to challenge my majesty in this way."
Rasmode tapped the armrest of the throne lightly with his fingers, each tap causing the surrounding space to tremble violently.
"Since you've caught my attention, let me see what kind of monsters are lurking behind you!"
Even across endless time and space, even across countless world barriers.
For an existence of the Demon King's caliber, investigating the background of a mortal is still a piece of cake.
"Cause and effect...reverse the order!"
Rasmode stretched out a large hand covered with fine demonic scales and gently grasped at the void.
"Buzz—!!"
Countless invisible lines of cause and effect converged in His palm.
He followed the thickest causal line on Lin Hanzhou's body and probed it with his divine sense without any hesitation.
He wants to see the root of that ant, and then uproot it along with the forces behind that ant!
However, the moment His divine sense touched the source of that causal line...
"boom!!"
An ancient, vast, and terrifying wave, carrying the aura of endless reincarnation, rebounded along the causal lines!
Rasmode's previously haughty expression froze instantly.
He recoiled as if struck by lightning, abruptly withdrawing his hand, and nearly bounced off his throne due to the force of the movement.
"This...this is..."
"The Palace of Reincarnation?!"
Rasmode's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a deep sense of apprehension, even fear, appeared on his usually dignified and indifferent face!
The Hall of Reincarnation!
A forbidden force in all the heavens and myriad realms!
Rasmode had a name that was etched into his very being.
His thoughts instantly drifted back tens of millions of years.
At that time, the Demon Realm was still in an era where two kings coexisted.
He and another Demon King, "Gragas," jointly rule this world. Their strength is roughly equal, and they are both supreme beings at the Demon King level.
until one day.
That idiot Gragas somehow caught sight of the aura of a Reincarnator and, oblivious to his own mortality, tried to follow the trail to deduce the origins of the Reincarnation Palace, attempting to devour its core to break through to a higher realm.
The results of it?
Rasmode still can't forget that scene.
That day, the sky over the entire Demon God Realm turned blood red.
An ordinary-looking giant hand pierced through countless planes and descended directly upon Gragas's Demon Palace.
There were no earth-shattering magical clashes, no evenly matched battles.
That large hand simply squeezed it gently.
The demon king Gragas, who was on par with Him, along with His billions of demon armies and His indestructible demon palace, were instantly reduced to dust.
From that day on, only one Demon King remained in the Demon Realm.
Rasmode also understood an ironclad rule in all the heavens and worlds—the Palace of Reincarnation is not to be trifled with!
"Huff... huff..."
Rasmode was panting heavily, and a bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Damn it! This ant is actually from the Samsara Palace?!"
"And judging by the thickness of those causal threads... his status in the Samsara Palace is definitely not low! He might even be a key player being groomed!"
"Damn it! This is so damn bad luck!!"
Rasmode slammed his fist on the throne, his heart filled with resentment.
If the other party was from the Samsara Palace, then He could only grit his teeth and swallow the loss He had just suffered.
revenge?
Are you kidding me!
Do you want to die?
"Well, consider this kid lucky."
Rasmode's face darkened as he prepared to abort the simulation, pretending nothing had happened.
However, just as He was about to withdraw His divine thoughts.
His gaze inadvertently fell upon another causal thread entwined around Lin Hanzhou.
That line is strange.
It is not as vast and ancient as the causal lines in the Hall of Reincarnation, nor as clear as the kinship lines.
It appears and disappears, full of mystery.
"Um?"
"Besides the Samsara Palace, this kid also has an unknown causal thread attached to him?"
"And the power that just erased my avatar... seems to have originated from this thread?"
Rasmode stopped moving.
His heart, filled with pride and curiosity, stirred once more.
"I can't afford to offend the Samsara Palace..."
"Is it possible that I can't afford to mess with this unknown thing?"
Once the thought arose, it grew wildly in His heart like weeds.
In His view, for an ant in the mortal world to be able to cling to the powerful backer of the Samsara Palace is already an incredible stroke of luck.
How is it possible to have two powerful backers of the same level at the same time?
There are only a handful of forces of this caliber in the myriad realms, how could it be such a coincidence that this kid ran into them all?
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"In all these realms, besides those few old monsters and those forbidden lands, who else can make Rasmode fear?"
"This causal link... is most likely some special treasure, or some reclusive small organization."
"Hmph, I'm giving you face by not touching your people in the Samsara Palace. But this unknown little thing dared to injure my avatar! I'll see what kind of person you are!"
In order to regain the face he had just lost, and also to satisfy his curiosity.
Rasmode made the last and most foolish decision of his long life.
He turned his spear around, avoiding the causal lines of the Samsara Palace, and concentrated all his vast demonic power onto the unknown causal line that represented the "system".
"Show yourself!"