Chapter 241

The shadow draped over Oliana was like a thick black fog, beginning to spread.

It surged, completely enveloping the entire interior of the palace.

The already pitch-black palace became as dark as a lightless basement at midnight.

"Meow."

The Heavenly Hound barked once, a blood-red glint flashing in its eyes.

Unfortunately, no searchlight formed—two beams of light pierced the darkness.

As the black mist spread, Oliana before him vanished from sight.

Only layers of eerie sounds reached his ears.

"Master, I want you."

Looking ahead at that pitch-black void, it must be a den of thieves and tigers.

"Cough, cough." Tang Luo coughed twice, "Speak clearly, don't be vague. You actually want to eat me, don't you?"

"What's the difference?" Oliana said, "I want you to become part of me—whether by eating or other means, it's all the same."

"That won't do." Tang Luo refused, "This poor monk's Dao is not yet complete; how could I linger here, wasting time, clinging to warmth—wait, when did I say something like this before?"

"Hehehehe."

One after another, charming laughter entered Tang Luo's ears as the black mist surged, and several beautiful women stepped out.

They approached Tang Luo, arms extended, embracing him, and cooed, "Master, stay with us."

"Yes, stay and keep us company."

These people were none other than a few of the female sorcerers who had come to Taosent.

"I wondered why I hadn't seen these few for days—turns out you ate them." Tang Luo said.

The Heavenly Hound leapt from his shoulder, baring its teeth at the female sorcerers, black energy surging across its body.

The wolf's head with red eyes and black flames flickered in and out of view.

Just then, the ground beneath his feet suddenly softened, the surrounding black mist dissipated, and unbeknownst to when, he had already been transferred onto a large round bed.

All the female sorcerers were here—some lying, some sitting, some standing.

Alluring beyond compare, extraordinarily enchanting.

Making blood surge, impossible to restrain.

Oliana appeared behind Tang Luo, reached out to embrace him, pressing tightly against his back, and whispered in his ear: "Master..."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Luo reached out and pressed down on her face.

Just as when he first pushed her away, telling her not to block the path.

Only this time, it wasn't a simple shove—Tang Luo clenched his palm, and Oliana's head exploded.

Vast black energy surged forth, forming chains that wrapped and bound, including Oliana herself, instantly transforming from something soft as silk to something as tough as refined steel.

The faces of the surrounding female sorcerers still wore smiles, entrancing and unsettling.

Yet their hands began casting spells—lightning, ice shards, wind blades, impacts, demonic sounds, blazing flames.

All kinds of spells mixed together, forming pure violent power that filled the space above his head, descending like a heavenly canopy.

Its power surpassed that of Oliana's strike against Edmund by more than tenfold.

The "Doomsday Canopy" was about to fall.

The Heavenly Hound let out a "tiger's roar, dragon's chant," its wolf head solidifying as it lunged to bite the descending "canopy."

It carried the aura of a heavenly dog devouring the moon.

"No need—I'll do it myself, just practicing my skills." Tang Luo spoke.

The Heavenly Hound couldn't fully close its mouth, biting off a large portion.

The remaining part surged forward, its speed suddenly increasing, and instead of falling from above, it shifted direction, attacking from behind Tang Luo.

Tang Luo turned, and the black energy chains condensed on his body shattered inch by inch.

He raised his left hand, fingers spread, and executed the skill Parry.

A faintly visible arc of light curtain appeared before him with his movement, and the spells struck it.

The parry blocked for less than a second before shattering violently, flames completely engulfing Tang Luo.

Unfortunately, aside from slightly damaging Tang Luo's clothes, it didn't injure him in the slightest.

Instead, Tang Luo used the Merit Jade Lotus to protect his healing glasses, then simply took them back—these glasses, aside from their healing effect and invisibility, were otherwise identical to ordinary plain lenses.

As the firelight and dust settled.

The soft large bed beneath his feet also vanished.

The ground seemed to be a surface formed by black lake water; Tang Luo moved his feet, ripples spreading beneath his feet, while the surrounding black mist continued to churn.

A "person" stepped out.

A black humanoid figure, with only a mouth wide open, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, instantly transforming into a black giant python that lunged to bite Tang Luo.

Dragon-Seizing Hand!

Tang Luo executed this skill he particularly favored, seizing the black giant python in his hand.

Before it could struggle, Tang Luo clenched his fingers and crushed it directly.

But as he crushed the black python, the lake surface beneath his feet suddenly cracked open.

A maw as vast as an abyss split open, poised to swallow Tang Luo whole.

Moreover, the surrounding black mist surged, over a hundred black pythons densely filling the space, snapping and lunging toward Tang Luo.

From all directions, every side was a "Maw of Gluttony"!

The Heavenly Hound's small frame shifted, tearing apart several black pythons, then bursting into the thick mist and vanishing from sight.

It was not drawn in.

A tremendous suction came from beneath his feet, and Tang Luo's body fell like a massive stone weighing thousands of jin.

The countless toothed mouths above his head were moving even faster.

Behind Tang Luo, an illusory dragon head appeared—a Western dragon, less dignified but more ferocious and violent.

The dragon's head opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar.

"Amitabha."

Tang Luo spoke at the right moment, his voice like the great bell of Lüliang being struck.

The originally unremarkable dragon roar intertwined with this Buddhist invocation, and an invisible shockwave spread outward.

All the black pythons instantly shattered into black mist.

The same happened to the abyssal maw beneath his feet.

Tang Luo's body paused, and before he knew it, he was standing again on solid ground, with only black mist swirling around him.

It was no different from how it had been at the beginning.

"You can't do it like that," Tang Luo said. "Your power is scattered—you can't even nick the hem of this poor monk's robe."

That statement wasn't entirely accurate; the hem of the robe had indeed been damaged, but now it looks unharmed due to the consecration effect.

Aside from those minor details about the robe's hem, everything else is true.

Power scattered like this makes it seem as if there's no way to heaven or earth—one can only close their eyes and await death.

But the premise is that the incoming force must be strong enough to defeat the opponent.

"Is that so? What you say makes sense," the surrounding black thick fog gradually dissipated.

Ouliana's figure appeared before Tang Luo.

Well, merely a figure—a black humanoid with an exquisitely beautiful figure, and below the neck, pure darkness.

Behind it, thick, short, massive black tentacles writhed.

At first glance, they resembled blooming black flowers, but upon closer inspection, the viscous substance forming these tentacles vaguely shaped into distorted faces.

Various distorted sounds rose and fell.

If one listened closely, it seemed like nothing could be heard; yet if ignored, they would stir chaotically in the mind, unbearably vexing.

What a splendid black flower of sin.

As for Ouliana above the neck, she retained her original stunning beauty—indeed, she looked even more beautiful than when first seen.

Her face bore lurid blood-colored patterns, constantly twisting.

Sometimes they resembled a flower, sometimes a sword, but more often, they shifted into distorted faces.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice some of these faces were familiar.

Rudolf, Charles, Vivian...

They were, in fact, the remaining five sins!

Yet the blood-colored patterns in no way diminished Ouliana's beauty.

At this moment, if one were to ask the magic mirror who the most beautiful woman in the world is, no matter what, the mirror's answer would be "Your Majesty, the Queen."

"Oh, is this the source of sin?" Tang Luo walked over, circling Ouliana once. "It differs somewhat from fallen objects—it's not entirely a fallen thing, though it's very close."

"Hmph."

Ouliana laughed, revealing faintly visible sharp teeth. "Source of sin?"

"Don't worry about such details," Tang Luo said. "If your power is properly concentrated, then let's fight."

As his words fell, Ouliana swung her left hand, forming a black giant blade that lunged at Tang Luo.

Tang Luo stepped back to dodge the blade, while chanting aloud: "Buddhist Dharma is boundless."

This time, it was the skill "Spartan War Cry."

The black giant blade, though dodged by Tang Luo and seemingly untouched by Ouliana, suddenly elongated as if alive, pursuing Tang Luo.

Tang Luo raised his hand, palm open, and blocked the blade with his flesh.

The terrifying force of the impact caused the ground where Ouliana stood to sink in a large area.

The power of this strike surpassed even Charles's maximum strength—it was equal to or greater than it.

Tang Luo, however, remained unharmed, completely blocking the blade's impact, as if catching a feather.

Ouliana stared at Tang Luo, her mouth opening to reveal sharp teeth, as if making a silent threat.

As she moved, the black giant blade where it touched Tang Luo's palm suddenly split open, revealing two rows of sharp teeth—like two intentionally serrated sickles—slamming down fiercely!

The sharp teeth on the black giant blade shattered.

Ouliana let out a muffled groan; the sharp teeth in her mouth likewise fell out in disarray, dropping to the ground.

The white spots on his palm faded, Tang Luo flipped his hand, seized the black giant blade, and squeezed.

Numerous cracks appeared, spreading until the giant blade shattered into black fragments scattered across the ground.

Ouliana stepped back two paces; the black humanoid's left arm broke off, and black mist continuously seeped from the fracture.

The sharp teeth fallen to the ground, along with the irregular fragments, likewise turned into black mist and dissipated.

Unlike the earlier disappearance, this time it was a true vanishing.

Ouliana gathered her power, using her true form to face Tang Luo—naturally, she would inflict real harm at the root.

She is the source of sin; what Tang Luo is wounding now is the very origin!

Stay away—if the source of sin is utterly destroyed, it certainly counts as a form of departure.

Moreover, it would be a complete departure; likely, he would never see her again in this lifetime.

The mission can absolutely be completed—no problem.

Tang Luo opened his right hand, and a golden "stone slab" appeared in his palm, gleaming with gold, exuding the aura of a wealthy tycoon.

"You..."

Oulianna looked at Tang Luo, the aura on her body shifting wildly.

Arrogance, anger, greed, gluttony...

The black on her body rapidly spread to her face, forming a rounded, fully enclosed helmet.

A white hollow vortex appeared at the position of her left eye, faintly extending a single line.

The tentacles dancing behind her completely fused into her body; this was the true posture of fighting with one's back to the wall, going all out.

"Not bad."

Tang Luo praised a sentence, swung his right hand, and slapped down with a brick!