Tomin in The Alien World

Tang Yin slowly sat up. He first looked down at his own body, then looked around.    

He knew that he had made a new breakthrough in his cultivation level, but he wasn't sure what realm he had reached yet. However, the world in front of his eyes was now very different from before.    

All things in the world had become spirits like men and animals, and even tables, bowls, chopsticks, and even tents had countless bright and beautiful lights flowing through them, a sight he had only ever seen in humans or animals.    

He slowly stood up, like a newborn baby, he curiously observed his surroundings. As he took a step forward, he felt the cold beneath his feet. Lowering his head, he realized that he had stepped on his own sword.    

Tang Yin bent down and picked up the sword, holding it in his hand, he observed it carefully. The same was true for the sword. Countless specks of light were flowing within it, and the specks of light around it were much denser than those around the table and the bowls and chopsticks.    

He looked at the sword and tilted his head. With a thought, a Fire of Darkness appeared on his palm. With a whoosh, the Fire of Darkness s instantly spread to the sword sheath. However, this time, the Fire of Darkness s did not attach themselves to the sword blade, but instead started to burn it.    

In less than a second, the sword in Tang Yin's hand vanished, there wasn't even a speck of residue left, only a few strands of white mist floating in the air.    

Tang Yin blankly looked at his empty palm. It was only after a moment did he finally realize that he had broken through the second realm of the Fire of Darkness. The Soul Combustion had entered the third level of the Fire of Darkness.    

There were clouds in the Inner Sect of Dark and all living things in the world were condensed from spirit energy. One could remove the dregs, extract the essence, and take them for one's own use. So this was how the Annihilation Ignition worked.    

thought that he should be very happy and excited, yet he didn't. His mood was surprisingly calm, like a thousand year old pool of water, without any ripples.    

His mouth raised into a smile, and revealed a bitter smile. had told him before that the cultivation realm could directly affect the Spirit Cultivator's mentality, and it was probably because of this reason that he was so calm.    

As he was pondering in his heart, he heard Yin Lan loudly shout from outside: "Why hasn't the King come out yet? More than two hours have passed! "    

Actually, Yin Lan's voice wasn't loud, it was a conversation between Ah San and the others. However, in Tang Yin's ears, it was like someone was shouting in his ear.    

It had actually been more than two hours, but he didn't feel anything at all. Tang Yin lowered his head and looked at his body again. He did not have a single piece of clothes on him, although the increase in cultivation realm had calmed his mind, it did not embarrass him.    

If he was allowed to walk out like this, he would definitely make the soldiers laugh their teeth out. Thinking of this, his whole body started to emit black spiritual energy. Soon after, the fog condensed into a solid, and formed a layer of flexible black armor with a metallic luster.    

His foot lightly touched the ground, but he shot out like an arrow that had left the bow. Perhaps even he hadn't thought that his jump would have such strength. Bang! Tang Yin immediately created a big hole in the tent.    

"Who is it?" No one, including Ah Si, who was guarding outside the camp could clearly see what was happening. They could only vaguely see a black shadow shoot out from the tent straight towards Tang Yin's tent.    

Everyone was stunned. After a while, they came to their senses as Yin Lan screamed first, "The King is in trouble!" With that, she rushed into the tent without caring about Tang Yin's warning.    

There was no trace of Tang Yin in the tent, only Nie Zhen's dried up corpse and the big puddle of blood on the ground. Seeing that, Yin Lan's head buzzed, and shouted with a trembling voice: "Where's the King? Where's the King now? "    

Ah San, Qin He and the guards who followed along were all dumbfounded. That's right, where did the King go? Who left this pool of blood? Could it be the King's? What was that black shadow that had broken out of the tent just now?    

Everyone had too many questions in their hearts. Yin Lan shouted to the left and right: "What are you guys still standing around here for? Quickly go find the King! "    

"Just now, this one saw that the black shadow was rushing to the King's bed. We can go take a look ?" Before Qin He could finish his sentence, Yin Lan had already ran out of the tent like a madman.    

With Yin Lan in front and the others behind, they quickly ran to Tang Yin's tent. When they were almost to the tent, Ah San took out his swords and waved to the guards behind him, signalling them to surround the camp.    

The Guard of Feng Country s were well-trained, and immediately surrounded Tang Yin's tent. Yin Lan wanted to rush in to see what was happening, so she pulled her back first. She shook his head slowly and said with a serious expression: "Be careful of the danger!"    

As he spoke, he waved the sword in his hand at the guards. The guards took a deep breath and shouted in unison, "Kill!"    

With a loud shout, everyone rushed forward. The rustling sound of sharp blades cutting through canvas resounded in the air. In just a few moments, the canvas surrounding the tent was torn to shreds. The guards all rushed into the tent together.    

They had rushed in full of killing intent, but after they had entered, they all stood still and did not move at all. He only saw Tang Yin standing in the middle of the tent, with a change of clothes on his body. However, what was strange was that his hair and eyebrows were all gone, and his head was both bright and bright. On the other hand, his skin was flushed red and filled with luster, and when his eyes moved, it seemed like lightning was shooting out, causing people to not dare look straight at him.    

The guards were stunned for a moment before regaining their senses. They kneeled down in unison and said in unison, "Your Majesty!"    

Tang Yin didn't blame them for their actions. If he hadn't burnt his clothes when he was reborn, he wouldn't have charged out of the Central Army Tent so abruptly and caused such a misunderstanding. He waved his hand and said, "I'm fine. You can all leave first!"    

"Yes!" "Great King!" Seeing that Tang Yin was safe and sound, everyone was relieved. They all replied and left the tent.    

When they had just left, Ah San, Yin Lan and Qin He walked in. When they saw Tang Yin's appearance, they were all shocked and asked in unison, "Great King, what is this ?"    

"It's nothing. I just absorbed too much spiritual qi and my body just felt a little uncomfortable." Tang Yin touched his bald head and smiled embarrassedly.    

After a moment, he suddenly thought of something, and sternly said: "Immediately send someone to Dongfang Mansion s, open the coffin and investigate the corpse, and announce the truth of Dongfang Ye's murder. Afterwards, release the news of Nie Zhen's death."    

"Yes!" "Great King!" Yin Lan cupped her hands and replied.    

"If Dongfang Wenyi's disciples still refuse to be examined, then even if we have to use force, we must force them to submit. No matter what, we must find out the corpse and make it public!" If he had killed Nie Zhen for no reason, it would be equivalent to forming a blood feud with his Divine Pool. But if he had known of Nie Zhen's evil deeds before he killed him, it would have been reasonable, and he would have become the benefactor of his Divine Pool instead.    

This was something that Tang Yin had planned for a long time. After he finished speaking, Yin Lan asked softly: "Great King, who should we send?"    

"Allow me to go with Jiang Fan!" Only Shangguan Yuan and Jiang Fan, who were disciples of Dongfang Huai, could not stop them. Tang Yin knew that Shangguan Yuan would not be able to stop him even if he wanted to.    

Yin Lan nodded and quickly walked out.    

Receiving Tang Yin's order, Shangguan Yuan and Jiang Fan did not dare delay any further, immediately ordering more than two thousand elite warriors to head to the Dongfang Mansion.    

Right now, his Dongfang Mansion could be said to be mourned with grief. Dong Fang Ye Huai's corpse had not yet been buried, and there were also the deaths of dozens of disciples, especially Peng Jun and Chu Qing. They were both direct disciples of Dong Fang Ye Huai, and in the end, both died by Huangfu Xiutai's hands.    

Ordinary disciple corpses could not enter the mourning hall, and only Peng Jun and Chu Qing's coffins were placed together with Dong Fang Ye Huai's.    

When Shangguan Yuan and Jiang Fan rushed over to the Dongfang Mansion, the mourning hall was filled with weeping. Looking through the door, they saw that the people in the front courtyard were all dressed in mourning robes.    

Jiang Fan secretly frowned, under this kind of situation, the disciples of Dong Fang Ye Huai would probably rather die than submit! Just as he was thinking about what to do, Shangguan Yuan had already dismounted and walked towards the Dongfang Mansion door with big strides.    

The Domestic Servant at the door did not recognize him. A young man walked up quickly and cupped his hands, "May I ask who this is?"    

"Feng Country, Shangguan Yuan give way, we are here to mourn!" Shangguan Yuan said with a deep voice.    

Ouch! This person was the Shangguan Yuan from Feng Country! The Domestic Servant's body trembled. Before he could react, Shangguan Yuan had already walked past him, heading straight for the mourning hall.    

Jiang Fan laughed bitterly and shook his head, but since Shangguan Yuan had already entered, he could no longer stay outside. He dismounted, and just before he entered the door, he said to the Domestic Servant: "I am Jiang Fan from Feng Country!"    

Aiya, it's another famous General of Feng Country! The Domestic Servant immediately cupped her hands and greeted him, "This lowly one greets General Jiang!"    

Jiang Fan nodded and said calmly: "There is no need to be so courteous!" And then, he also walked into the Dongfang Mansion.    

After he entered, all the disciples in the mourning hall frowned, but they held back from erupting. After all, he was a General of Feng Country, and he was even the one who had the reputation of being the God of War in the Feng Country, Shangguan Yuanyang, the disciples did not want to offend him.    

Very soon, a disciple walked to the front of the spiritual altar, picked up three incense sticks, and lit them. He then handed them to Shangguan Yuan and retreated to the side. Shangguan Yuan accepted the incense and kowtowed three times in front of Dong Fang Ye Huai's memorial tablet, then stuck the incense in the incense burner.    

Those who came were guests. After offering incense to the dead, the loved ones would have to thank them. All the disciples kowtowed. At the same time they kowtowed, Shangguan Yuan let his feet slide and turned to the back of the mourning hall, where the coffins were stored.    

All the disciples present were dumbstruck, and did not come back to their senses for a while. It was only when there was a loud bang from within the mourning hall that everyone suddenly woke up from their stupor. Eldest disciple Zhong He jumped up from the ground and shouted loudly: "What is General Shangguan trying to do?"