Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

After listening to the Buddha’s words, Wa Huang couldn’t help but be astonished.

Because, according to the Buddha, his plan could indeed succeed.

In fact, if these two World Honored Dao Fruits weren’t fake, he might not have even needed Wa Huang’s assistance.

The Buddha could have refined two beings without emotions or desires.

Similarly, it is precisely because these two World Honored Dao Fruits are fake, that the Buddha is destined to fail.

Even if he sought Wa Huang’s help, there was no possibility of success.

"Wa Huang, I’ve already explained everything to you!"

"The three of us will join forces to refine these two World Honored Dao Fruits into humans!" The Buddha finished, looking at Wa Huang and the Demon Lord.

Wa Huang and the Demon Lord both nodded in agreement, and the three of them immediately began to channel their power, committing themselves wholeheartedly to the task.

Little did they know, at the same time, Yang Jing had already infiltrated Wa Huang’s Palace.

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Wa Huang’s Palace.

Xi Huang’s bedchamber.

"Something’s not right, why is this sense of crisis becoming more intense."

"What exactly is going on, why is this happening?"

"Where is the danger, is it me, or my little sister!"

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Xi Huang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the bedchamber.

However, no matter how much he thought, he couldn’t figure out where this sense of crisis was coming from.

The next moment, he understood.

Because Xi Huang sensed there was someone else behind him.

No one could enter his bedchamber without his permission, except Wa Huang.

Wa Huang had gone to the Great Burial Heaven Temple to assist the Buddha, so the person behind him couldn’t be Wa Huang.

Who else but Wa Huang could silently enter Wa Huang’s Palace and appear in his bedchamber?

Thinking about it was truly terrifying!

Sweat suddenly broke out on Xi Huang’s forehead.

Only a Tier One Powerhouse could achieve this.

In the current Heaven and Earth and Void, aside from Wa Huang, Buddha, and the Demon Lord, the only one left was...

Yin Celestial Son.

At this thought, Xi Huang abruptly turned his head to look behind him.

Seeing a strange young man standing behind him, Xi Huang couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

This person was not the Yin Celestial Son.

Moreover, his aura was not that of a Tier One.

This person’s aura was slightly stronger than Xi Huang’s, but still not at the Tier One level.

"Who are you?" Xi Huang’s eyes were full of confusion.

Xi Huang was certain he didn’t know the person in front of him.

But even though he didn’t know him, he felt incredibly familiar.

"It’s been many years, Dao Friend, don’t you recognize me?" Yang Jing said with a smile, using the voice of the Daoist Ancestor from before, but his tone carried an ancient, seasoned air.

Hearing this familiar voice, Xi Huang’s mind went "boom," as if it had exploded.

Although the person in front of him had changed appearance, that voice just now, Xi Huang heard clearly.

"Daoist Ancestor, are you Daoist Ancestor?" Xi Huang recognized Yang Jing.

Xi Huang was very familiar with the Four Great Primordial Spirits back then.

Among the Four Great Primordial Spirits, it was hard to say who was the strongest.

Because they had never really fought to the death.

However, if you asked who was the most mysterious among the Four Great Primordial Spirits, it was undoubtedly the Daoist Ancestor.

Upon learning of the true identity of the person before him, Xi Huang’s heart, which had just settled down, was once again on edge.

The Daoist Ancestor had undergone Soldier Resolution and reincarnated, now he wasn’t a Tier One.

But he was definitely not someone Xi Huang could deal with.

The Daoist Ancestor had undergone Soldier Resolution and reincarnated as a human, meaning now the Daoist Ancestor was likely his enemy.

Although Xi Huang wasn’t sure why the Daoist Ancestor came uninvited, he could guess it was definitely nothing good.

"For what reason does the Daoist Ancestor seek me this time?" Xi Huang asked tentatively, clearly somewhat nervous.

As for Yang Jing, he appeared completely at ease. Yang Jing slowly spoke, "I’m no longer the Daoist Ancestor, just call me Yang Jing."

Having Xi Huang call him Yang Jing instead of the Daoist Ancestor was also to indicate his stance to Xi Huang.

Yang Jing’s words indicated his stance, which simultaneously made Xi Huang more nervous.

However, Xi Huang had no other options, and with a troubled face, he asked again, "May I ask what brings Daoist Friend Yang Jing here?"

At this point, Yang Jing didn’t beat around the bush and spoke directly, "I’ve come this time to help you become human!"

Help me become human?

Hearing Yang Jing’s words, Xi Huang was momentarily stunned.

Immediately, Xi Huang flatly refused: "Impossible!"

"I will never betray Wa Huang’s Palace, nor will I betray my little sister!"

"Even if it means my soul is scattered, I never will!"

"Daoist Friend Yang Jing, you underestimate our sibling bond."

Yang Jing looked at Xi Huang and once again tried to persuade him: "Xi Huang, you need to think clearly."

"The sibling bond you believe in is merely what you think."

"From what I see, Wa Huang has never regarded you as her elder brother; she is merely using you."

"To her, you’re nothing but a powerful, hardworking slave."

"No matter what you do, Wa Huang will not be grateful to you; ultimately, it’s just to help her achieve Dao."

Xi Huang glared at Yang Jing, shouting in anger: "Even if my little sister is using me, she must care about our sibling bond."

"Otherwise, why would she only use me and not someone else!"

"Besides, I’ve never expected any return for what I do for my little sister. As long as I can help her achieve Dao, fulfill her goals, it makes me very happy!"

Yang Jing was left speechless by Xi Huang’s words.

This, what kind of sycophant is this?

Seeing Xi Huang’s attitude, Yang Jing knew that persuasion would not work.

Now, he could only take a tougher approach.

Yang Jing waved his hand, and a chessboard appeared between them.

"Let’s play a game of chess!"

"If you win, I’ll leave immediately!"

"If I win, I’ll help you become human!" Yang Jing finished, looking at Xi Huang.

Although Yang Jing was the Daoist Ancestor, even reincarnated, he was not comparable to Xi Huang.

Yang Jing’s proposal to play chess was a battle of wits, not force, which suited Xi Huang well.

Although he knew he might not win the chess match either, it was certainly better than fighting.

"Alright!"

"In that case, let’s play a game of chess with the Daoist Ancestor!" Xi Huang said as he sat down.

Yang Jing sat down opposite Xi Huang and corrected him: "It’s Yang Jing!"

Apparently, Yang Jing was quite concerned about how Xi Huang addressed him.

Yang Jing and Xi Huang sat facing each other, with Yang Jing handling the white pieces and Xi Huang the black ones.

"Daoist Friend Yang Jing’s strength far surpasses mine, so I’ll go first!" With that, not giving Yang Jing a chance to refuse, Xi Huang placed the first piece.

In Go, the one who goes first has an advantage, making it easier to win.

Therefore, in Go, it is usually the older one who lets the younger one go first.

Seeing Xi Huang take the initiative to place a piece in order to win, Yang Jing smiled and did not object, immediately following with his own move.

Yang Jing, as the reincarnated Daoist Ancestor, was already stronger than Xi Huang; letting him take the first move was no issue.

Moreover, from Xi Huang’s rush to place a piece, Yang Jing could see he was flustered.

Panic leads to disorder, disorder leads to defeat, so in Yang Jing’s view, Xi Huang’s defeat was already certain.