From Godhood to the Heavens

Just as Frieza's soul flame was about to be completely extinguished and his consciousness was about to sink into eternal darkness and pain, all the torment came to an abrupt end.

He found himself being lifted by an unseen force, returning to the cold ground of the dark temple.

He lay there limp, his once magnificent and cold armor dull and corroded, coughing violently and vomiting black shards of ice and weak water, his body trembling uncontrollably. Those once domineering crimson eyes now held only deep fear, numbness, and a utterly destroyed weakness.

Basha's alluring figure reappeared in his blurred vision, like a god looking down upon the dust.

"Now, do you understand your position, Frost Bug?" Basha's voice remained cold, yet carried a hint of playful control.

Frieza struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with undisguised terror and... a hint of pleading he himself was unwilling to admit. He opened his mouth, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity, wanting to roar, wanting to curse, but only a hoarse, bellows-like sound came from his throat.

The endless torment of being unable to live or die had completely shattered his will. He had no doubt that if he showed even the slightest resistance, he would be thrown back into that dark abyss a billion times more terrifying than hell.

Basha, her serpentine tail slithering, approached Frieza, looking down at him. She extended a finger covered in aquamarine scales, at the tip of which condensed a drop of deep, abyssal black water, seemingly containing endless suffering.

"Offer your true name as a mark, submit to the darkness, and pledge allegiance to my Lord." Basha's voice carried an irresistible will. "Otherwise, the abyss and the weak waters will be your eternal home."

Frieza's body trembled violently as he stared at the drop of black water that symbolized endless torment. An immense fear instantly gripped his mind. He had no doubt about the power of that drop of water.

Faced with absolute and irresistible dark forces, and endless torment, his pride as a cosmic emperor finally crumbled completely.

He struggled, using all the strength he had left, and with difficulty and humiliation... he touched the ground with his head.

“…Your…subordinate…Frieza…is willing…to submit…” His voice was hoarse and weak, filled with unprecedented humility and fear. Every word seemed to be ripped from the depths of his soul, carrying a bloody shame.

The drop of black liquid from Basha's fingertip fell silently, precisely imprinting itself on Frieza's brow, instantly merging with him. A bizarre rune formed from distorted water flashed by, deeply imprinted into the very depths of his soul. This was a dark pact, a shackle of enslavement, and proof of his humiliating submission.

A cold, unyielding force, imbued with absolute obedience, instantly flowed through Frieza's entire body, while also bringing a faint nourishment from the source of darkness, barely keeping his shattered body and soul from disintegrating.

"Very good." Basha withdrew her hand with satisfaction, her snake eyes flashing with a dark light. "From now on, you and your people will be my 3000 warriors. If there is any disturbance... Hmph."

A cold snort, as sharp as ice.

Frieza lay prone on the ground, his body still trembling slightly, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold ground, afraid to lift it.

Deep within his scarlet eyes, humiliation, fear, and resentment churned and surged, but under the suppression of the dark imprint deep within his soul, only absolute obedience remained.

He, once the Frozen Demon Emperor who dominated the universe, has now been reduced to a mere...watchdog under the command of the Water Demon Lord of the Dark World.

Why is it that the monkey, Kakarot, received the inheritance as soon as he arrived, while I was tortured like this?

His raging anger almost consumed his reason, but Frieza knew in his heart that anger without power was meaningless.

He had never craved power as much as he did now, having gained a body within the Time Tower and been reborn from the frost.

He easily crushed all the clones and transformed into Golden Frieza after just a few months of training. He thought he was powerful enough to sweep everything away, but he never expected to be so easily suppressed.

Frieza now even regrets not having tried harder before. He can clearly feel that the potential within him is still immense and has not even been fully developed.

If given another chance, and trained hard for a while, Frieza was confident he could easily crush the monster who called himself a bug!

How can any creature be so ugly...?

He gripped a handful of black soil tightly with both hands, and with his head bowed, a strange smile appeared on his face!

"Frieza will never admit defeat!"

Basha turned and left. There was no doubt that the warriors she had acquired were much stronger than her other brothers, but the pressure they brought also made her feel somewhat heavy-hearted.

If... if I am surpassed, will the adults abandon me?

As the battle began, Fang Ping's telepathic message still echoed in my ears, urging me to inflict sufficient humiliation upon him.

Their purpose is obvious.

If we can't suppress the opponent, then...

No, he needs to get help from some of his brothers and sisters; he needs to become stronger too…

Everything that happened in the dark world was naturally under Fang Ping's watchful eye.

To be honest, in terms of racial talent alone, the Frost Demon's potential, even at the very least, is far superior to that of a Super Saiyan 1.

This means that after being conceived, its combat power will be at least over 100 million, and even 100 million is just the beginning. With a little training, it can reach hundreds of millions or even over 1 billion.

In other words, in terms of combat power and destructive force alone, at the tens of millions level, it is comparable to the first realm of immortals, and its destructive power is even greater.

After surpassing 100 million, their combat power becomes comparable to that of a true immortal. With a little training, they can break through to the golden form, or even the dark gold form, and even rival a mystic immortal. Controlling the power of destruction is like controlling the laws. A Taiyi mystic immortal might not be someone they can't mess with!

However, his vision was too shallow. After a little training in the Time Tower, he became invincible among his own kind and then became arrogant and domineering, which made him really useless!

Since that's the case, let's try a different approach and discipline them.

As for the control of the super-dehydrated demon, Basha...

That's only a matter of time, maybe even less than a year. But with the Demon King of the Godhood here, Fang Ping isn't afraid that Frieza will be able to break through the Dark World.

By devouring more laws and the origins of rank to fill the dark world, the dark world continues to grow, and the rank of the Demon King continues to rise. With enough incense power, the illusory rank is transformed into real strength.

The Demon King might break through to become the sect leader even faster than the Eastern Emperor!