Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Chapter 162 - Answers

Zhao Luo looked back at the dust cloud after feeling marveled at the strength of the bullet fist of yin and yang, and the fact that his ghost was indeed able to pull it off.

This showed Zhao Luo that his ghost was indeed as powerful as him.

'Where is he?'

He questioned as his ghost still hadn't shown himself.

But soon, when the dust settled, the ghost was standing right at the place, from where he had attacked the apparitions.

Zhao Luo stared at his ghost.

"Not even a scratch."

Zhao Luo commented after thoroughly inspecting his ghost.

"But as for them....they will need some time to recover."

Zhao Luo looked back at his apparitions who were now sitting on the floor with closed eyes and wounded bodies.

"If they were able to use the fist of yin and yang too, then things would have been different."

"But why can't they use it?"

Zhao Luo still hadn't found a reason for this issue.

But right when his question escaped his mouth, someone else's sound entered his ear.

[ It's because the technique is too complicated and needs the perfect balance of one's yin and yang. ]

"Senior Empera..."

Zhao Luo heard the answer but even such an answer didn't make sense.

"Then how can they execute the bullet fist? How can they use the explosive fist and the calming fist?"

Zhao Luo presented another question but the empera was already prepared for it.

[ Entering the two planes separately and standing in between them is different from entering both planes equally. Each apparition is a solidification of your yin energy. Think of the black side in the yin-yang sigil. Even though it represents the yin of nature but there is still some yang found in it, in the shape of a dot. Thus your apparitions will be better at entering calming fist plane but that doesn't mean they can't enter the explosive fist plane. The same goes for them using the bullet fist. ]

"I see, so that's why they can't use the bullet fist of yin and yang. Since the yang is only being dominated by the yin."

Zhao Luo finally understood why his apparitions couldn't perform the fist of yin and yang.

"Thank you, Senior Empera."

ZhaobLuo bowed his head to show his gratitude.

His mind felt elevated as his question had been answered.

"It looks like he is gone."

Zhao Luo said as there was no reply from the empera.

But then,

[ Hmmm~ ]

The empera's sound resounded in the dark space again.

But it wasn't just him.

[ What is that? ]

[ Looks interesting ]

[ Do we have two successors now? ]

[ Just what I was thinking, haha. ]

[ Who do you think will win? ]

The other emperas also jumped in, breaking their silence from within the heaven's tomb.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Luo questioned.

He could tell that these emperas voices were directed towards his ghost but Why?

[ Obviously, the original body should, otherw- ]

Another empera spoke but his voice was interrupted by the First Empera.

[ Stop embarrassing yourselves! LET HIM TRAIN IN PEACE ]

[ Kid, don't listen to them, and continue your training. ]

"Kid?"

"Senior, do you know something about this ghost?"

Zhao Luo felt weird being addressed as a kid by this empera but that wasn't the main issue here.

[ Yes! ]

"Then can you guide me on its uses as I only know of one?"

Zhao Luo sneakily asked.

'If this works, then my strength will increase by either leap.'

Zhao Luo's hopes were on a rocket to the moon.

But with the answer from the emperas, it was shot down instantly.

[ NO ]

All the emperas replied together, their sounds added on to each other and pushed back Zhao Luo.

'Kek.'

Zhao Luo let out a sound.

[ We won't do anything that will affect your growth directly. So if you have anything else to ask, then go ahead. ]

The first empera replied to Zhao Luo as the voices of other emperas died down, while the crimson empera had never made her entry.

"No, there is nothing else that is bothering me."

Zhao Luo shook his head as nothing else bothered him anymore.

[ Then Continue as you have been doing. ]

Zhao Luo nodded as the voice of this empera disappeared too, leaving Zhao Luo back with his ghost and apparitions.

Zhao Luo calmed down once again.

"It was easy."

Zhao Luo said while thinking about the technique within the golden scroll.

He had mastered in mere moments while the other two books of bullet fist took him slightly more than five days.

"I should still have a day left to spare."

"Should I stop training here?"

Zhao Luo wondered about what he should do.

But then his sight went over his apparitions and his ghost.

"Haha, with such sparring buddies ready to shit on me, how can I leave here?"

Zhao Luo grinned as his ghost was walking towards him and the apparitions followed behind the ghost.

With one more day left to the start of the outer disciple ranking tournament, Zhao Luo had decided to spend his remaining time sparring with his ghost and his apparitions.

"First I should observe them a little more."

Zhao Luo folded his arms in front of his chest and watched his apparitions attack his ghost.

As soon as Zhao Luo thought that he would observe them, they attacked the ghost from behind him.

'Wow, he dodged.'

Zhao Luo mumbled as the ghost had already sensed the attack and dodged it cleanly.

"Good good."

First Zhao Luo cheered from the side. But then his eyes widened.

"Stop."

He shouted stopping the battle that would have kicked off the next instant.

"You... Can you summon them too?"

Zhao Luo asked his ghost while pointing at his apparitions.

'...'

The ghost shook his head showing that he wasn't capable of such a thing.

"I see."

'What was I even hoping for?'

Zhao Luo also shook his head as his fantasies were getting out of hand.

He was thinking of making an army of apparitions in his mind lead by the general ghost.

"Hah."

Zhao Luo felt like a fool as he looked at his ghost.

"Don't use the fist of yin and yang."

Zhao Luo told his ghost, restricting his biggest move.

'Nod.'

The ghost nodded at Zhao Luo's command and walked towards the apparitions.

'Thud!'

Zhao Luo sat back.

"I am ready to enjo- observe them."

Zhao Luo said while correcting himself halfway.