As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

"So, which code do you want to answer?"

Ron threw out several secret codes in a row, waiting for Zhou Yang to make his own choice.

Obviously, Ron's proactive attack caught Zhou Yang off guard. The head formed by his soul shook violently and almost fell apart.

From this performance, it can be clearly seen that Zhou Yang's several residual souls have different personalities. The residual soul of the head is generous and magnanimous, the residual soul of the left hand is simple and gullible, and the residual soul of the right hand... well, it is not clear what kind of personality the residual soul of the right hand has, because that residual soul has been wiped out by Patrick.

As for the torso, it is a bit shy.

Although I don't know how he figured it out, he has clearly begun to doubt whether Ron is his fellow villager. However, he seems to be inexplicably ashamed of things like secret codes, and he even has to let Ron take the initiative.

When Ron threw out these secret codes, Zhou Yang's residual soul no longer had any doubts. It was clearly a head formed by the residual soul, but Ron could clearly see some joy on that face.

Shy and simple.

He was not hesitant about his current situation. Instead, he was happy to meet his fellow countrymen.

"When did you come here?"

For this shy and simple remnant soul, even if they were fellow villagers, he did not have the kind of excitement and enthusiasm that comes when fellow villagers meet, with tears in their eyes. On the contrary, after gradually digesting this information, Zhou Yang's remnant soul quickly regained its composure.

"About four or five years ago," Ron responded with a breath.

Speaking of which, how long has it been since I entered this world?

Obviously, the time should not be too long, but, maybe it was because he had just experienced the process of the creation of the Twilight Continent in the illusion of the first generation of Twilight King, it seemed that millions of years had passed in such a short time, so that Ron felt that his mentality seemed to have aged a lot.

Even the time he had experienced since entering the Dusk Continent had become a little hazy and vague.

After all, compared to the process of the birth and development of the Dusk Continent, these few short years are just a very small distance on the timeline.

"Four or five years ago?" Zhou Yang's remaining soul pondered, and after a while, he couldn't help but ask, "How long has the Twilight Dynasty been destroyed?"

"Eight thousand years."

"So, I have been sleeping here for so long?" Zhou Yang's residual soul sighed with disappointment, and his face was full of confusion.

Eight thousand years.

What a long time that was.

Trapped in this small ancient bronze coffin, Zhou Yang's remaining soul could only feel that he seemed to have spent a very long time, but exactly how long, the remaining soul himself didn't know.

It's like a nightmare that you can never wake up from.

The moment Ron opened his mouth, the remnant soul realized that eight thousand years had passed. What a long time that was.

Now, although he has awakened, everything is probably no longer the same.

The glory of the Twilight Dynasty, the former comrades-in-arms and companions, I am afraid they have all vanished into thin air.

The remnant soul didn't even have much time to savor the joy of awakening, and what followed was a deep loneliness.

"Are there still members of the Dusk tribe in this world?" After a long time, the remnant soul spoke silently.

Ron's expression was also somewhat depressed, and then he shook his head: "All dead."

"Is that so?" Although he had already guessed such an ending, the moment he learned the answer from Ron's mouth, the remnant soul still felt a slight ripple.

"Do you want to leave here?" Ron asked. "I'm not afraid to tell you that I have found your left and right hands, and I also know the location of your head."

"If you leave with them, it may not take long for you to reshape your body, and your residual soul can also condense into a complete soul."

Leave here?

The residual soul was wandering, and a pair of eyes silently looked at the sky above his head. In those eyes, Ron could clearly see confusion, loss, and... helplessness.

Just looking at this side, it is hard to imagine that this is the greatest, wisest, and most powerful king of the Twilight Dynasty. No one can believe that this is the powerful existence who once suppressed hundreds of races, changed fate against the will of heaven, fought against gods, and even dug out the heart of a repairman.

At this moment, the person who appeared in front of Ron seemed to be just an undead who couldn't find his home and was deeply confused about his future.

He is weak and helpless.

He was sad, desperate even.

Perhaps, this remnant soul inherited the weak side of Zhou Yang's character.

"If I leave here, where can I go and what can I do?" After a long while, Zhou Yang slowly said, "After all, this is no longer my era."

Ron didn't say much, he just stepped aside.

As the law of power of the Nine-Step Heavenly Monument was absorbed by Ron, the shackles of destiny were cut off, and the lid of the ancient bronze coffin was opened by Ron. The mysterious power that originally shrouded the island seemed to be dissipating.

The light mist floating above the island is dissipating little by little.

Standing on a high place, you can clearly see everything happening halfway up the mountain.

Zhou Yang's residual soul subconsciously looked in the direction Ron pointed. Soon, his residual soul trembled violently. The residual soul seemed to have entered an abnormally excited state. Ripples appeared on the soul, and even the head condensed by the residual soul could not be maintained, as if it could collapse at any time.

What did he see?

He saw those familiar figures.

He is his closest comrade-in-arms and a member of the Dusk Clan.

Even though they were covered in wounds, even though they had long been dead and only a broken soul remained, they were still fighting over there.

"They have been dead for a long time." Ron said slowly, cruelly peeling off layer of gauze, forcing Zhou Yang's remaining soul to face the bloody wound.

"For eight thousand years, they have been fighting like this every day. Even though they know very well that this is just a replay of the past battlefield and that even if they do nothing, they cannot change the present, they have never let the invaders set foot on the top of the mountain, because they know very well that their king is sleeping on the top of the mountain."

"As long as you are here, they will fight."

"Their souls will never find peace."

"Do you have the heart to let them continue to endure the torture that has lasted for eight thousand years?"

"Don't you...want to avenge them?"

Every word was like a sharp knife, stabbing into Zhou Yang's chest, leaving bloody marks on his heart.

How cruel.

How painful.

That’s right, this remnant soul indeed inherited the weakest side of Zhou Yang’s character.

But even if he is weak, he is still Zhou Yang, and he is also the last Twilight King.

The remnant soul began to tremble violently, and waves of roars filled with pain and anger spread from Zhou Yang's broken body. The sound sounded like the roar of a prehistoric beast.

Yes.

He can pretend to be a tortoise, retracting his head and limbs into his thick shell. He can pretend to be an ostrich, burying his head in the sand so as not to see the bloody reality outside.

Everything that happened eight thousand years ago was so painful.

Even though such a long time has passed, he has never forgotten what happened at that time.

It was like a horrible nightmare from which one could never wake up. In the nightmare, there was:

It's a dilapidated city.

They are the people who were massacred.

They were comrades who died bravely in battle.

It’s the relatives whose bodies are scattered all over the ground.

They are comrades whose blood has flown like a river.

It was a wail full of pain and despair.

Can not forget.

He could not forget the painful voice, those distorted faces, and those desperate eyes.

How he wished that his soul would just dissipate and his self would cease to exist.

Without a self, there would be no need to feel such sharp pain, right?

He has been running away.

But now, he saw it.

He saw those warriors who had been fighting all the time for the long eight thousand years. Even though they had long since died and only their broken souls were left, they were still fighting endlessly and still protecting their warriors with their last will.

It is because of their unremitting efforts over the past eight thousand years that he can gain a brief peace.

Now, they are still fighting desperately. Can I keep escaping like this?

By doing this, am I doing justice to those who have always protected me?

Seeing the aura emitted from the remnant soul and body becoming stronger and stronger, Ron finally showed a smile. He was really worried that this remnant soul that inherited Zhou Yang's weakness would hide here and not go out.

He couldn't possibly tie up Zhou Yang's remaining soul and body and take him away, right?

Putting aside other things, this real body is the last Dusk King who can fight against the repairman. Even if it is just his limbs and soul, I am afraid I don't have the ability to force him.

It would be great if this remnant soul could cheer up on its own.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but the loneliness in the eyes of the remnant soul had disappeared silently. In the dim light, Ron could even see a hint of burning flames in those eyes.

Melancholy and timidity had long since disappeared, and what remained was the brutality and impulse to seek crazy revenge.

"I'll go out with you." Zhou Yang's remaining soul said this in a hoarse voice.

The smile on Ron's face became more and more intense.

Zhou Yang's body finally left the coffin.

At the moment when Zhou Yang's body left, it seemed to have triggered some mechanism.

Even though Ron was floating in the air, he could still clearly feel the violent vibrations coming from beneath him.

Rumble...Rumble...

Deafening roars continued to come from below, drilling into Ron's ears, making his eardrums buzz.

Looking down, the entire island seemed to have reached its limit and was collapsing. The thin film that originally isolated the island from the sea water seemed to be unable to continue to support it.

Accompanied by the impact of the sea water, there was a series of crackling sounds.

Dense cracks began to appear on the glass-like barrier, and the number of cracks continued to increase, like a huge spider web, spreading in all directions at a very fast speed.

Halfway up the mountain, the Dusk tribe members, the four personal guards, and the invaders who were fighting almost all put down their weapons at once, all looking towards the top of the mountain.

I don’t know if it was Ron’s illusion, but in those eyes, Ron actually saw relief, even from those invaders, even from the most violent blood ape.

Nightmare!

The nightmare that has lasted for eight thousand years is finally coming to an end.

In a flash, large groups of invaders dropped their weapons.

They seemed to have turned into a group of lost children, crying loudly.

Obviously, they were just residual souls, illusions formed by the interference of certain forces, but at this moment, their eyes were filled with tears.

No one except themselves can understand what they are feeling.

Along with the sound of crying with joy, the bodies of the invaders gradually floated up into the air. Their bodies gradually became transparent, and finally completely turned into tiny points of light, gradually disappearing in the air.

Unlike the souls of these invaders, the souls of the four guards and a group of Dusk tribe members did not dissipate so quickly. Their eyes were just staring at the top of the mountain, or to be more precise, at Zhou Yang on the top of the mountain.

That is their king.

They were in tears.

Who could have thought that one day they would see the king again?

At this moment, it was as if all the torture I had endured over the years had disappeared at this moment, and all the pain had been rewarded.

Joy, excitement, emotion, regret.

All kinds of emotions are in the temple in my chest.

The next second, without any agreement, the four guards and a group of Dusk Clan members knelt on one knee almost at the same time:

"Meet my king!"

Ron didn't know why they regained their self-consciousness and the ability to speak.

Ron could only hear the mixed sounds of this group of souls, like the roar of wild beasts. The entire space was echoing with the voices of a group of people, and the space was constantly shaking.

There was a deep reluctance in their eyes.

Their king is back.

However, they can no longer accompany their king in his conquests. This may be the only, biggest, and most heartbreaking regret.

Courage, loyalty, Ron couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

Zhou Yang's remaining body and soul floated in the air. His eyes swept across the figures below and he paused briefly on each soul shadow, wanting to re-imprint the appearance of these people on those long-blurred souls.

I don't know how much time has passed, Zhou Yang finally spoke slowly:

"I am back."

"You can rest in peace now."

His voice is not loud, but it is very penetrating.

The sound echoes in the ears of every heroic soul.

It was like some kind of amnesty. The moment Zhou Yang's voice spread, Ron could clearly see that the souls of these heroes seemed to have finally taken something off their bodies, and the regrets on their faces slowly dissipated.

Their souls slowly floated into the air.

It turned into wisps of light and gradually merged into the sky.

Ron looked around and realized that this space could no longer hold up.

Under the constant impact of the sea water from all around, the originally solid barrier has been full of cracks. One can already see streams of sea water constantly rushing into the interior of the barrier, and the crackling sound is becoming more and more intense.

Once the barrier is completely broken, the sea water will bury this place in an instant.

Even Ron had to think about how to leave here next.

Compared to Ron, Zhou Yang's performance seemed particularly calm. He just quietly watched the soul that was gradually dispersing in the air.

At the moment when the last soul dissipated in mid-air, the surrounding barriers were completely supported to the limit. With a click, the barriers completely cracked, and the blue sea water all around rushed in front, behind, and on both sides, trying to fill this empty space.

Ron subconsciously wanted to use his strength to shatter the ice above his head.

However, before he could take any action, he felt a trance in front of his eyes, and his mind seemed to be strangely distorted. When his consciousness returned, he was shocked to find that the surroundings had become dark again.

Light black mist was floating slowly in the air.

His figure appeared at the entrance of the mausoleum again at some point.

Beside him were Philomena, Niafu, Agnes, Bai Lan, Bai Yuan and Irelia.

There are six girls, all of them are here.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

But the law of power that has been imprinted in the soul, Zhou Yang's torso in the storage ring, and the Nine-Step Heavenly Stele are clear proofs that everything he has experienced before was not a dream.

All I can say is that this space was created too mysteriously.

The expressions on the faces of several girls were a little confused, even the strongest Niafu and the most experienced Philomena were no exception.

They had followed Ron through the mausoleum, and just as they saw a small island, they followed Ron onto the white sandy beach. The next moment, their consciousness fell into a deep sleep, and they had no idea what was going on.

When they woke up, they found themselves back at the entrance of the mausoleum.

Taking a deep breath, Ron said in a deep voice:

"Let's go, get out of here."

The first chapter is presented