Great Demon King

GDK 975: Explosive Growth

Translator: Ryogawa

TLC: Hedonist

Han Shuo felt a little stunned. Was this still Pandemonium? The surroundings seemed completely destitute, with most of the buildings that should be there all gone. Pandemonium had been wholly reduced to flat land. All that could be seen were large crevices in the ground and ash falling incessantly from the sky. There wasn’t a single roof tile nor a person to be seen. The silence was deathly.

All of a sudden, Han Shuo had an odd feeling. It was as if he had returned to the past, as if he was on the desolate, lonely moon. He couldn’t move his body at all as he watched the lifeless sight before him in despair, awaiting his audience with the great equalizer.

This sight before him looked so similar to the one from back then. It was just as lifeless, filled with craters, and he was just as powerless. He was currently reliving his past.

He looked around faintly, trying to find a single living person, trying to move a single limb, trying to inspect what state his body was in.

“Father, are you alright?” Han Hao sent to the depths of his soul.

“Where are you?” Han Shuo asked, seemingly drunk. When he heard Han Hao’s voice, he seemed to have rediscovered himself. He was able to make sense of his senses once more and, as a result, began cognizant again of his worry for Han Hao.

“I am underground. I’ll come up right away,” Han Hao replied.

A sound could be heard from the small pile of rocks next to Han Shuo. All of a sudden, the rocks were blown apart by the gigantic white bone throne. Han Hao’s reemergence seemed to trigger a chain reaction of sorts. Next to Han Shuo, sounds of rock being blasted away kept ringing out as one haggard figure after another emerged.

Judas, Dhaka, Isaiah, Regis… The Hegemons emerged one after another, still alive. Their faces were pale like paper, reflecting their vulnerable state.

“Bryan… You… what did you do to us?” Ossora mumbled weakly. He seemed far worse off than the rest.

Han Shuo didn’t understand what he was talking about. He was feeling far weaker than before himself. Furrowing his brow, he said, “What do you mean?”

“Why does it feel as though a part of me is gone? Why is the earth divine power within my body permanently diminished by some amount?!” Ossora yelled.

It wasn’t just Ossora; Dhaka, Isaiah and the rest seemed to be piqued by what Ossora had said. It was as if they were suffering from the same plight. They turned to Han Shuo, expecting an explanation.

“You’re saying you lost divine power?” the light cultivator Judas suddenly said. All the Hegemons nodded in response. It was clear to them that their divine power had decreased in a permanent capacity.

Judas looked at Han Shuo with disbelief. One moment, he wanted to go for the kill, but another, he seemed rather hesitant. Nobody knew what was going through his mind. Han Shuo still wasn’t aware of what was going on himself.

All of a sudden, an odd sensation could be felt in Han Shuo’s consciousness. He suddenly felt like he had many more eyes. When he willed it, he pinged the cauldron and his two avatars. The moment he did that, thirteen blurry figures surfaced from the large crevices in the ground.

“Huh? What’s this?” Han Shuo himself was just as shocked to see those figures.

The cauldron rushed back to Han Shuo, but he no longer felt the presence of demon generals within it. It was now completely empty.

However, he did feel a similar sensation coming from the thirteen figures. Not only that, he seemed to have a unique connection with those figures. It was as if he was the shadow of those thirteen and vice versa.

What in the world is going on?

“Master, I don’t know why, but all the demon generals experienced a change. The energies they had cultivated back when they were alive resonated and fused together, eventually causing those demon generals that cultivated the same energy to fuse into one. As a result, thirteen lifeforms with your soul imprint were formed based on the thirteen energies. They are a new type of avatar, one that’s even more unique than those of Demonslayer Edge or the Skeletal Staff. In fact, I’m not even sure which classification of life-form they belong to,” the cauldron spirit said.

For a moment, Han Shuo was confused and couldn’t understand what he meant. “What about those two avatars of mine?”