The Journey of Overthrowing the Celestial Emperor
Ch. 195 ~ Successor?
The people who were moving wildly, in other words the possession suddenly stopped moving. Everything is standing up. Suddenly, a black energy containing negative power seeped from their bodies. It came out in the form of a black spirit and moved in one direction.
Zhang Ziyi used the Ghost Mask to attract all the more spreading spirits. Both spreading and possessing the bodies of the living people down there, as well as moving wildly in no direction.
Some of these spirits resist and rebel when they suddenly feel themselves absorbed, but still the spirit drifts and is sucked into the Ghost mask.
It took Zhang Ziyi three minutes to finish his work. He made sure there were no more spirits left and ran rampant. Zhang Ziyi activated his spirit power, to check the surrounding area, and sure enough everything he had managed to absorb into the Ghost Mask.
Finally, Zhang Ziyi walked over to the pagoda belonging to the God of Death. The pagoda that became the place where the God of Death locked away all the spirits and made them ferocious inside this pagoda.
Zhang Ziyi pressed his forehead which was still covered by the Ghost Mask, only then did the spirits in the pagoda get absorbed into the Ghost Mask. Zhang Ziyi heard the horrified cries of the spirits within the pagoda. But he still absorbed them.
The spirit within the pagoda had moved into the Ghost Mask. Following which, Zhang Ziyi directly used a bit of energy to destroy the pagoda. Make it the silver dust that flies.
"Hopefully you are at home, inside the Ghost Mask!" muttered Zhang Ziyi. He himself intends one day to take them to the final court.
After that Zhang Ziyi flew over to lead his friends who were currently still waiting for Zhang Lan, Zhang Yin and Zhang Bie who were unconscious after being in rasuki.
"Ziyi'er!" call Zhang Zhili when he sees that Zhang Ziyi has landed on the ground. For a moment they could feel another chill coming from Zhang Ziyi's body. Like it wasn't the Zhang Ziyi they used to know.
Zhang Meng, Shui Bing, as well as Shui Shan looked at each other. They did not feel the golden aura of Zhang Ziyi which made Zhang Ziyi different and feel special from the others. But this time, they felt a gripping dark aura, even when it was still five meters away from Zhang Ziyi's position, they had felt goosebumps. But whatever it is, no one speaks or offends about it.
"How are they doing?" zhang Ziyi asked. There was no small smile that they usually saw etched from Zhang Ziyi's lips. From just a moment ago, they felt a difference in Zhang Ziyi's attitude.
"E–eh... They were still unconscious after being possessed by an evil spirit." Zhang Zhili replied to Zhang Ziyi's question. But with an awkward smile.
"Hm!" Zhang Ziyi nodded. He approached three of his colleagues lying unconscious. It helped to cure them. His right index finger touched Zhang Lan's forehead, flowing the power of light on Zhang Lan's body through the index finger. After enough, he then turned to the new Zhang Yin after Zhang Bie.
It took twenty seconds for the three friends to fully recover. Starting from Zhang Lan who woke up, after Zhang Yin and followed by Zhang Bie.
"Yet you're finally aware too!" zhang Zhili was pleased.
Zhang Meng himself immediately walked up to Zhang Yin and hugged him tightly, as if he did not want Zhang Yin to feel the way the girl had felt.
Zhang Ziyi saw the happiness of his comrades just putting a small ridge on his lips. At a glance he turned his head towards Shui Bing, who had apparently noticed him silently.
After making sure everything was safe, Zhang Ziyi stood up and intended to move on from there. But not yet he stepped, his head suddenly hurt.
"Arrkh!"
"Sir Ziyi!" Zhang Bie immediately approached Zhang Ziyi, as well as the others.
But soon they stopped their steps when they sensed the presence of such a powerful aura. It emanated from Zhang Ziyi's body. As the aura greeted them, both Zhang Lan, Zhang Bie, Zhang Yin, Zhang Meng, Zhang Zhili, Shui Shan, and Shui Bing felt one taste in the same. It is both horrifying and frightening. Unknowingly, the seven people moved backwards away from Zhang Ziyi, sensing the threat from it.
On the other hand, Zhang Ziyi's body which was emitting such a powerful aura, emitted smoke. The smoke then formed the shape of a half human body. Has a firm face and strong charisma. The aura he emitted himself was almost similar to the aura emanated by the Death God, but it was stronger.
"Hm!" The figure then turned towards Zhang Zhili as well as the six fellow Zhang Ziyi with sharp eyes. The mere contention of it instantly made Zhang Lan as well as the others tremble. Accidentally, the seven people knelt down. Although there was no pressure exerted by the figure towards them, but with the gaze earlier had managed to make them depressed.
Zhang Ziyi looked up. Watching the figure closely.
"Haha..." For no reason, the figure suddenly laughed. Unseen again the ferocious expression that he looked–kan. "Finally after a long time, there came also a person who managed to use this Ghost Mask. And certainly woke me up from my long sleep–!" Say that figure.
Zhang Ziyi raised next to his brows. "I seem to know this voice... Aren't you the one who spoke in my head?!" zhang Ziyi asked.
"Hmm, not a bad guess. I am the Spirit of the God of Death. Hiding the Ghost Mask for thousands of years. After my death and then my position was replaced by that damn man, I instantly locked a part of my soul into the Ghost Mask. Following destiny and bringing that mask to the Middle Realm. Yes, fate didn't lie and you're meeting that mask!" The Death God Spirit said at length.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time. Wishing the people I left behind in the Ghost Blood Mask could avenge my death. But no one is able to defeat that damn guy. Lucky my successor isn't that weak!" The Spirit God of Training said proudly.
While Zhang Ziyi who heard the words of the Death God Spirit from beginning to end, frowned.
"Your successor? Who do you mean?" zhang Ziyi asked.
"Who else if not you!" The Death God Spirit looked at Zhang Ziyi with the tail of his eyes.
"As far as I know, there will be no successor if the person who is the successor is not approved by him. So, I haven't admitted it yet and you're claiming that I'm your successor?" Next to Zhang Ziyi's eyebrows raised.
"Haha... You willingly do as I say. Although only through instinct, but it has managed to make you feel what I feel, thus making you kill many enemy troops without guessing. And when you kill, I instantly collect their spirits that you kill and the spirits that they control into the Ghost Mask, it is to increase your strength significantly in a short period of time.
"After that, I leave everything to you. Intend to test your– by letting go of those instincts, letting you choose your own path. Between continuing to save the Blood Ghost Mask Army or retreating in the battlefield. When you choose to continue fighting, I then let you, even help you in fighting ... From there you have passed the test and become my successor!"
The Spirit of the Death God explained at length times wide. Zhang Ziyi and his companion listened to the story of the Death God Spirit.
"It's only right then that Brother Ziyi's attitude was so strange!" muttered Zhang Lan.
"You're right! I also felt another way with Zhang Ziyi back then. Despite having been together for a long time but just now, I was like so foreign to this Zhang Ziyi, it turned out that this was the cause!" Zhang Zhili also spoke.
Zhang Ziyi thought about what his comrades were thinking.