This is so dishonest!

Chapter 461 The disciples of the Chan Sect are all pure and kind; each one is a living bodhisattva!
Beyond the vast universe, Mount Kunlun.

Yuxu Peak stands tall above the sea of ​​clouds, bathed in countless rays of light and auspicious mist.

Cranes gracefully fly by, carrying lingzhi mushrooms in their beaks; a clear spring murmurs, reflecting the sunlight.

The magnificent palaces and pavilions are hidden in the misty purple aura, and the golden steps and jade railings are filled with Taoist charm.

At times, the pure sounds of the Great Dao cleanse the mind, and the rare flowers and herbs exhale spiritual energy, as if the fruits of the Dao are manifesting, making one feel the thought of hearing them in the morning and dying in the evening.

"Child."

A call came from Jade Void Palace.

"Disciple is here!" The white crane attendant, who was waiting outside the hall, replied respectfully.

"Ring the Gathering Immortal Bell to summon your senior brothers and sisters."

"As ordered!"

The white crane attendant, who was waiting outside the hall, respectfully agreed.

A moment later, the melodious chimes rang out.

Jiuxian Mountain, Taoyuan Cave.

This place is the Daoist temple of Guangchengzi.

Today, this place is exceptionally lively, with many immortals from the Chan Sect gathered to watch Guang Chengzi refine the Heaven-Turning Seal.

Guang Chengzi sat cross-legged on the alchemy platform, his body radiating Daoist energy, and his sleeves fluttering as he drew upon the thunder and fire of the heavens.

Before him stood a large cauldron, from which divine light soared into the sky, illuminating the cave with dazzling golden light. The immortals held their breath and focused their attention, only to see an ancient seal floating in the flames, with the shadows of mountains and rivers flowing across its body, seemingly containing the power to overturn the universe.

"Senior brothers, you've arrived too?" At that moment, a sword light flew in from outside the mountain.

When Master Yuding saw Chijingzi, Yunzhongzi, Huanglong, and other disciples of the Chan Sect gathered here, a look of joy appeared on his face. He said, "I knew you could refine projections, so I came to see!"

Chi Jingzi laughed and said, "The Demon Ancestor has organized this gathering. Master and Uncle-Master are all here. How could we not come?"

The inner disciples of the Chan Sect are all Great Luo Golden Immortals; for them, descending into this universe would be incredibly easy.

“Hey, Senior Brother Chijingzi, you’re wrong. That’s not the Demon Ancestor, but the ‘Dao Ancestor’!” Taiyi Zhenren joked.

"The Demon Ancestor was defeated by the Dao Ancestor in one era in this world and passed away in the Nine Netherworlds, which can be described as tragic."

Chi Jingzi slapped his forehead and laughed, "Right, right, I remembered wrong."

"Look! Senior Brother is about to finish refining it!" Huang Long, who had been intently watching Guang Chengzi refine the weapon, cheered.

boom! !

Suddenly a sound was heard, and Guang Chengzi pointed with both fingers.

The lid of the cauldron flew off, and in an instant, the earth shook and mountains trembled, as thousands of golden rays burst forth from the clouds.

The Heaven-Turning Seal was finally completed.

The immortals all came to offer their congratulations.

"Senior Brother, your Heaven-Turning Seal gathers the essence of countless 'Mount Buzhou' from all the heavens and myriad worlds."

"Now that it has been refined into a spiritual treasure, it will definitely have the potential to be of the highest quality!"

Manjushri Bodhisattva laughed.

Master Puxian said from the side, "More than that! If Senior Brother takes this Heaven-Turning Seal to the realm of the Primordial Chaos, or uses the Qiankun Cauldron to refine it back to the Primordial Chaos, the essence of the Heaven-Turning Seal can become even stronger!"

Many immortals nodded: "Senior brother is about to sever his second corpse. It shouldn't be long before he can go back to the Chaos Era."

"Why is everyone so eager for me to go to the Primordial Era?"

Guang Chengzi joked, "You don't mean you want to see me get my head chopped off by the Great God Pangu, do you?"

The junior students chuckled.

"No, no, Senior Brother has wronged us! We clearly wanted to see Senior Brother outwit and outmaneuver the Chaos Demons!"

Guang Chengzi shook his head: "Don't talk about outsmarting and outfighting the Chaos Demon God."

"This time we'll have to outwit and outmaneuver our two senior uncles, our fellow disciples from the Jie Sect, and our junior brothers from the outer sect."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Master Huanglong stood tall and proud, "I can't speak for other things, but for us inner disciples to defeat outer disciples, isn't it a piece of cake?"

"By the way, where did the junior brothers from the outer sect go?" Chi Jingzi asked curiously.

“They are demon kings, where else could they go? They must be in the Nine Netherworlds!” Huanglong answered without hesitation.

"That doesn't seem to conflict with us!" Chi Jingzi said thoughtfully.

At that moment, the bells of Jade Void Palace rang out.

Guang Chengzi laughed and said, "Since Master has summoned us, let's set off quickly!"

"it is good!"

All the immortals of the Chan Sect rushed to the Jade Void Palace.

"Greetings, fellow disciples!" The White Crane Boy bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother."

Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, and the others carefully examined the White Crane Boy.

If they are the original beings who refined projections and descended here, then who is this White Crane Child?

Their Jade Void Palace originally didn't have this junior brother.

"Come in."

Xuanqing's voice interrupted the thoughts of the immortals of the Chan Sect.

The disciples entered the hall.

Xuanqing sat high on a cloud platform, holding a pearl in his left hand. He was draped in seventy-two colors, and a clear halo hung in his mind, manifesting the image of chaos and creation.

"We pay our respects to our Master!"

"Get up."

Xuanqing laughed and said, "This time we are going to deal with Lingbao Tianzun, so you can't hold back."

"Come, I'll bestow some treasures upon you!"

The disciples were overjoyed upon hearing this.

~~~~~
The Nine Netherworlds of the Other Shore Universe are the ultimate place where all negative concepts settle.

This is not a "ghost city" paradise where the dead find peace, but a "demon's" pure land where chaos and the will to destroy intertwine and boil.

A colossal, blood-red crescent moon, like an unhealed cosmic wound, hung high above the shattered dome, casting down a chilling moonlight that seeped into the very marrow of the earth.

Where the moonlight reached, there was only a twisted and grotesque demonic land. The earth was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and from the bottomless fissures, scarlet viscous magma constantly seeped out. Each pulsation was like the painful and greedy heartbeat of this world.

In the void, demonic clouds, almost tangible, churned endlessly.

Sometimes they transform into shapeless behemoths, and sometimes they coalesce into faces of despair and howling, silently recounting the eternal depravity and resentment.

The decaying bones piled up into a continuous mountain range, including the colossal remains of ancient gods and demons, their ribs like pillars supporting the sky; and the remains of billions of living beings, their broken bones like the sands of the Ganges.

A series of mournful and frenzied howls of monsters echoed from the depths of the bone mountain, as if gnawing at the long-gone era.

A biting black wind, carrying a thick stench of blood and decay, howled across the land.

In the wind, the ferocious demonic vines danced wildly, their tendrils covered with backward-growing bone spurs and scarlet eyes. With each sway, they seemed to be searching for a living creature to devour.

Deep within this desolate and turbulent land lies a dark abyss that seems poised to devour the entire universe.

Within the abyss, countless blood-red eyes flickered, each gaze carrying the most primal greed, thirst, and malice. They peered at all beings outside the Nine Netherworlds, as if the entire world was slowly and cruelly chewing on the despair of all lost souls in the universe.

At the very core of this abyss, suspended in the air, stands a magnificent and ancient palace—the Demon King's Palace.

This palace is not resplendent in gold, but is forged in a black divine gold that contains the Daoist essence of "ending". The outline of the palace is faintly visible in the surging demonic energy, exuding a heaviness and death that can crush eternity.

This place was once the supreme power center of the previous era, where the Demon Ancestor Yangmei, who merged with the Nine Netherworlds to overturn the universe, summoned his demons and commanded the abyss.

Today, the Demon King's Palace, which has been silent for countless years, has been awakened once again.

"Everyone is here?"

A calm yet playful voice, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, gently echoed through the empty, deathly silent palace, stirring up layers of mesmerizing resonance.

"coming!"

The responses were uniform, woven from dozens of wills that also contained supreme demonic power, each syllable filled with resolute coldness.

The moment the words fell, on the thrones on both sides of the hall, which looked like they were carved from beast bones, one after another enormous shadow shrouded in endless demonic energy slowly emerged.

They are the true rulers of this Netherworld, the supreme demon kings who divided the legacy of the Demon Ancestor.

On the eastern throne stood a young man with a handsome face and deep, unfathomable eyes, dressed in a blue Taoist robe.

He was once an outer disciple of the Chan Sect, and is now Meng Huai, the "Eastern Demon King," wielding the power of "change" and "deception."

On the Western Throne sits a demonic figure composed entirely of dazzling light, its holy radiance and ultimate demonic intent perfectly blended, contradictory yet harmonious—this is none other than the [Light Demon King], renowned as the "Light of Fallen."

Opposite to Him is the Dark Lord, whose figure is like absolute nothingness, untouchable by any light or divine thought, only perceptible as an eternal, dead silence.

There is also the Thunder Demon King, surrounded by black, annihilating divine lightning, whose every breath causes lightning and thunder to flash in the void;

The mere existence of the [Demon King of Ten Thousand Poisons] caused the surrounding space to begin to decay and rot.

The crimson candlelight, fueled by the demon's soul, flickered erratically in the hall.

The dim light reflected the chaotic malice churning in their eyes.

These demon kings are not all projections of outer disciples of the Chan Sect; some of them are original demon kings of this universe.

There are even reincarnations of demons and gods who obstruct the path.

Having come all this way, they decided to get deeply involved in the evolution of the universe.

"very good."

The first to speak was Meng Huai, the Eastern Demon King, who slowly stood up. His gaze swept over every demon king present, and his voice clearly entered the minds of each being.

"The reason for summoning you all here today is to discuss a major unresolved matter—the ownership of the Demon Emperor's Claw, the supreme artifact symbolizing the highest authority in the Nine Netherworlds, which was the last relic of the Demon Ancestor."

Meng Huai's voice was unhurried, yet possessed a strange, alluring quality:
"Since the last era, after the Demon Ancestor was defeated by the Dao Ancestor and died with resentment, the vast demon land and endless power he left behind have all been inherited and divided by us, and each of us has become the supreme ruler."

"Only this [Demon Emperor's Claw], which carries the most core primordial Dao of the Demon Ancestor, has been sealed here, its fate unresolved."

He paused, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "An era has passed, and my Nine Netherworlds cannot be without a master for even a day."

"Today, I propose that we remove this Demon Emperor's Claw."

"Among you, whoever believes he has the ability and responsibility to inherit this divine artifact, please step forward."

"As long as one of you Demon Kings can gain the true recognition of the Demon Emperor's Claw, from this day forward, we will all honor him as the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds of this era, ruling over all demons. What do you say?"

Meng Huai looked around, his gaze lingering on the faces of each demon king for a moment, as if waiting for the appearance of that ambitious one.

However, an eerie silence fell over the main hall.

A moment later, the holy yet sinister voice of the Light Demon King rang out: "Fellow Daoist Meng Huai, you are mistaken! No, no!"

"The Demon Emperor's Claw is a relic of the Demon Ancestor. The power it contains is earth-shattering. Naturally, it should be occupied by a peerless demon hero with great virtue and responsibility." The voice of the Dark Demon King followed closely behind, as if it came from nothingness.

"We are merely descendants who have inherited a sliver of the Demon Ancestor's power by sheer luck. What virtue or ability do we possess to dare to covet the Demon Ancestor's natal artifact?"

"Exactly, exactly!" Thunder Demon King echoed in a muffled voice.

"We are of meager fortune and lack virtue; what right do we have to possess this divine artifact?"

Everyone knows that although the Demon Ancestor was defeated by the Dao Ancestor, he also left behind the most vicious curse, which was to return the world to chaos.

He died with resentment, leaving behind this Demon Emperor's Claw. How many causes and effects, how many hidden plans, and how many curses that would make even those on the other side turn pale?
This is no divine artifact; it's clearly a death warrant!

So the demon kings took turns speaking, their words earnest and their attitudes humble.

The core idea is simple—to politely decline.

Upon seeing this, Meng Huai's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible disappointment. He then turned his gaze to a figure in the corner of the hall who had been resting with his eyes closed the whole time, as if nothing in the world concerned him.

It was a Taoist priest dressed in a blood-red robe. He sat there quietly, and although he did not exude any aura, he gave people the feeling that he was "killing" itself.

Even the surging demonic energy around Him thinned out, as if in fear of that invisible sharpness.

“Heavenly Killer Daoist.” Meng Huai’s tone became much more respectful.

"You are one of the oldest innate demon gods in my Nine Netherworld, with unfathomable strength and cultivation that we can only look up to."

"This Demon Emperor's Claw, perhaps only someone like you is qualified to inherit it. What do you think?"

Styx, known as the "Heavenly Slaughtering Taoist," slowly opened his eyes.

What terrifying eyes they were, devoid of any emotion, containing only an endless sea of ​​blood, and at the end of that sea of ​​blood lay eternal annihilation.

He merely glanced at Meng Huai indifferently and uttered a few words: "You should keep this good stuff for yourself."

[Demon Ancestor] Yang Mei, the Great Immortal, died a tragic death.

He was taken away by an axe when the world was created.

In the previous era, he sought revenge against Rahu, but was defeated and ultimately perished in the Nine Netherworlds. The Styx River truly did not want to touch the curse he left behind.

Seeing that Styx had refused, the other demon kings immediately seized the opportunity and started to jeer.

"Fellow Daoist Meng Huai, we see that you have a profound temperament and outstanding wisdom, making you most suitable to wield the Demon Emperor's Claw and lead us!"

"That's it!"

"I think Fellow Daoist Guangming is quite good as well. Using the Light of Corruption to purify the Demon Ancestor's resentment is just right!"

"The Void Dao of Fellow Daoist Darkness may be able to sever causality, making him the best candidate!"

The demon kings passed the buck to each other, afraid that this hot potato would fall on their own heads. For a time, the majestic demon king's palace became as noisy as a marketplace in the mortal world.

In an inconspicuous corner, a monk with a sorrowful face, wearing a kasaya and surrounded by a faint demonic aura—Ksitigarbha—looked at the absurd scene before him, a deep helplessness flashing in his eyes.

'Master, oh Master, you sent your disciple to infiltrate the Nine Netherworlds to reform the demons, this is simply... a miscalculation!' Ksitigarbha sighed in his heart.

'These devils have all become non-stick pans, slippery and impossible to handle. They don't even dare to take responsibility, so how can they be reformed?'

Before coming, Ksitigarbha was full of confidence, thinking that the demons of the Nine Netherworlds were nothing special.

After arriving in the Nine Netherworlds, Ksitigarbha discovered that none of these demon kings were easy to deal with.

Being among them, one must be cautious and steadfast in upholding one's principles.

Otherwise, a single oversight could lead to disaster.

Take the current situation, for example: anyone who inherits the relics of the Demon Ancestor can become the ruler of the Nine Netherworld.

Anyone who believes this will be unlucky.

Inheriting the Demon Emperor's Claw is equivalent to inheriting the Demon Ancestor's boundless karma!
It's equivalent to walking the path that the Demon Ancestor was destined to take against the entire world!

The position of Lord of the Era sounds prestigious, but in reality, it is a target pushed to the forefront to attract all the firepower.

Which one of you here isn't an old devil who has lived for countless years? How could you not see through this scheme?

"Alas, after spending so much time with the demon kings in the Nine Netherworlds, I still feel that the Daoist Cihang, Daoist Puxian, and Daoist Manjushri of the Chan Sect are far more pure and virtuous."

"And there are fellow Daoists like Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, and Yu Ding, each one a living bodhisattva of the Jade Void Palace!"

'No wonder Master praised them so highly and always remembered them fondly.'

'Now I understand.'

Ksitigarbha thought to himself, utterly bored.

Just as the demon kings were arguing and deadlocked, a rough and domineering voice boomed out like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

"Enough! A bunch of spineless cowards!"

Suddenly, a demon king, towering ten thousand feet tall, covered in black scales, with two horns on his head and a huge dragon tail trailing behind him, stood up.

His aura was filled with violence and a desire to devour everything; he was none other than the Lord of Demons, one of the ten great demon lords of the demon realm.

"Aren't you ashamed of the demons by all this back and forth? Isn't it all just karma with the Demon Ancestor? Isn't it just the Dao Ancestor's hostility?"

"We who cultivate demonic arts are defying the heavens, so why should we fear these things!"

With a single step, the entire Demon King's Palace trembled. His gaze, sharp as torches, swept across the entire arena: "Since none of you want it, then I shall sit in the seat of the Lord of this Era!"

"This Demon Emperor's Claw is mine!"

Having said that, He ignored the demons and walked straight to the altar in the center of the hall, which was sealed by multiple magical restrictions.

Upon seeing this, the demon kings were first taken aback, then a hint of schadenfreude flashed in their eyes.

Finally, a naive young man was willing to step on this landmine.

Ultimately, with the "unanimous recommendation" and tacit approval of the demons, the Demon Lord, after many twists and turns, finally subdued the Demon Emperor's Claw and became the nominal ruler of the Nine Netherworlds.

"We pay our respects to the Demon Lord!"

The demon kings prepared a grand coronation ceremony for the new demon lord.

At that very moment, a vast, sacred aura filled with supreme majesty tore through the barrier of the Nine Netherworlds without warning and descended outside the Demon King's Palace.

That aura was extremely yang and strong, creating the most intense conflict with the sinister demonic intent of the Nine Netherworlds, like a blazing sun intruding into the realm of eternal night.

"Who dares to trespass into my Nine Netherworlds!" The newly appointed Demon Lord, wielding the Demon Emperor's Claw, let out a thunderous roar.

A figure appeared, clad in a dark gold imperial robe and wearing a flat crown, descending through the void. His face was indistinct, yet he naturally exuded supreme authority, ruling over all heavens and wielding the power of thunder and punishment.

"I am the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens."

The newcomer's voice was calm yet majestic, resounding throughout the Demon King's Palace: "I have come today to seek out the current Demon Lord to discuss a matter of great importance concerning the direction of this era, and even... the attainment of the other shore."

……

The atmosphere inside the Demon King's palace was extremely tense.

Haotian stood alone amidst the surrounding demons, yet his expression remained calm and serene.

The Demon Lord, the newly appointed Demon Lord, gripped the Demon Emperor's Claw, which still radiated an aura of destruction, and stared intently at Haotian with his crimson demonic eyes, coldly sneering:

"Prove the other side? Thor, are you out of your mind?"

"You are nothing but a dog under the throne of the current emperor. How dare you speak presumptuously about the other side?"

The Nine Netherworlds and the Heavenly Court are sworn enemies; it would be strange if the Demon Kings had a single kind word for the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens.

Haotian remained unperturbed. His gaze swept past the demons and fixed directly on the new Demon Lord. His voice was filled with indescribable magic, as if he were expounding some kind of universal truth.

"Demon Lord, why do you think the path to the other shore is so difficult?"

Before he could answer, Haotian continued, “Because the ‘Dao’ of this great universe has long been divided up by those most ancient beings.”

"Moral, Primordial, Lingbao, Amitabha, Bodhi... They sit high above the river of time, overlooking the birth and death of eras. The order they have laid out is the greatest cage in this world."

"You and I are both prisoners in a cage."

The Demon Lord scoffed, "What's the use of saying all this? Do you think you and I can overturn their chessboard?"

"We're going to overturn the chessboard!"

Haotian's voice suddenly rose, filled with an undeniable determination, "Of course, it won't work on your own."

"But what if the world itself were to face a catastrophe powerful enough to shake the very foundations of everything?"

"A great calamity?" A glint of light flashed in the Demon Lord's eyes.

“That’s right.” Haotian nodded slowly, each word seemingly weighing a ton.

"An unprecedented calamity of the gods is about to begin."

"I heard from the Heavenly Emperor that the Celestial Venerable Lingbao plans to create the Investiture of the Gods, which will trigger the Great Calamity of the Investiture of the Gods and capture all the 'fish' in the world."

"When the old and new eras are about to begin, Lingbao Tianzun can instantly detonate the Investiture of the Gods list. With the help of the power of countless true spirits, he can return from 'nothingness' as quickly as possible when the new era begins, seize the initiative, and compete for the Dao fruit of the new era."

The Demon Lord fell silent; He could sense that what Haotian said was true.

But He still didn't understand: "What does this have to do with my Nine Netherworlds? And what does it have to do with attaining the other shore of enlightenment?"

"Of course it does."

Haotian finally revealed his true trump card, his voice carrying a hint of temptation, "Demon Lord, you have recently obtained the Demon Emperor's Claw and inherited the karma of the Demon Ancestor."

Do you think the current Heavenly Emperor, the Three Pure Ones, Amitabha Buddha, Bodhi Buddha, and many other ancient beings would allow a new 'Demon Ancestor' to rise?

"Your path to the future has already been blocked by them. If you want to take even half a step forward, you must be at odds with the entire world."

"But what if you participate in the Investiture of the Gods?" A profound and unfathomable smile appeared on Haotian's lips.

"You, the Nine Netherworld Demons, will become the greatest variable in this great calamity!"

"Your involvement will completely disrupt the entire world's plans, making the secrets of heaven chaotic and the cause and effect intricately complex."

"The muddier the water, the bigger the fish."

"When everyone's attention is drawn to the Investiture of the Gods and they are preoccupied with their own scheming, who has the energy to pay attention to you, the newly emerging 'Demon Lord'?"

"This is the best time for you to grow and thrive!"

"Not only that."

Haotian emphasized his words, his voice reaching deep into the Demon Lord's ambition: "During the Great Tribulation, countless immortals, gods, and powerful beings will perish."

"What a great tonic their flesh and blood, souls, and even their understanding of the Great Dao are to the Nine Netherworlds!"

"You can even take this opportunity to extend the tentacles of the Nine Netherworlds into the Three Realms, pollute the heavens and earth, strengthen the demonic path, and truly possess the capital to stand on equal footing with the ancients!"

The Demon Lord's breathing quickened slightly; he had to admit that the prospect Haotian had described was extremely tempting.

"But what does this have to do with the other shore?" He pressed for the most crucial question.

Haotian's voice became ethereal and profound, "In today's universe, the 'Dao' is full. If you want to reach the other shore, or even obtain the Dao Fruit of the Epoch and achieve transcendence, you must strive to cross over."

"But the Investiture of the Gods was a 'reshuffling of the Dao'!"

"This battle is not only about killing, but also about the clash and annihilation of the Great Dao!"

"Old divine ways will fall, and new authority will inevitably be born!"

"But if you and I join forces, we can forge a completely new path on these ruins!"

"Shall we join forces and forge a completely new path?"

The Demon Lord sized up Haotian: "You are nothing but a minor Thunder God. What abilities do you have that can compare to mine?"

Haotian remained silent.

He glanced at the other demon kings in the Demon King's Palace.

The Demon Lord understood and said, "You may all leave."

woohoo~~
One by one, the candles went out.

The many demonic shadows on the Demon King's throne disappeared.

Subsequently, Haotian and the Demon Lord each set up a barrier.

"I am the former Heavenly Emperor!"

Haotian reveals his identity.

The Demon Lord's pupils contracted slightly.

"How can I trust you?" he asked in a deep voice.

Haotian continued, "I know the secret of the Dao Ancestor's transcendence."

The Demon Lord pondered for a moment, then said, "Continue."

Haotian said, "I will return to the position of Heavenly Emperor in this era, seeking the 'Way of the Heavenly Emperor,' a supreme path that surpasses all the ancients, truly governs all paths, and establishes absolute order!"

"And you, Demon Lord, can use this great calamity to gather the endless intent of destruction and end, becoming the Demon of the End, who will recreate the chaos of the Destruction Era!"

"One is creation, the other is end! One is order, the other is destruction! When you and I join forces, we complete a full cycle!"

"At that time, on this ruin of the Great Calamity, if we support each other, we will have the opportunity to tear open the barrier that leads to the other shore!"

Haotian's voice, like the grand pronouncements of the Great Dao, resounded in the Demon Lord's heart.

He did not depict an empty promise, but a clearly visible path, though full of thorns, yet brimming with infinite possibilities.

"Why should I trust you?"

The Demon Lord stared intently at Haotian, "Our paths are ultimately incompatible."

"Once you achieve your goal, I'm afraid the first thing you'll do is settle scores with me, Jiuyou!"

"Hahaha……"

Haotian laughed loudly, his laughter filled with confidence and candor. "Demon Lord, we are both heroes, why bother with such empty words?"

"Between you and me, we are not allies, but 'mutual beneficiaries'."

"Before we overturn the chessboard, we have a common enemy and common interests."

"As for overturning the chessboard, we can then each use our own methods to compete for the final Dao fruit. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Today, I hereby establish this Great Dao Covenant: During the Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods, you and I will form an alliance of offense and defense, sharing the opportunities. If we break this oath, may we be punished by Heaven and Earth, and never be able to escape this fate!"

Haotian's promise was as firm as a rock.

The Demon Lord fell silent.

The veins on the hand that held the Demon Emperor's claw bulged.

He could sense that the remnant will of the Demon Ancestor within his claws was excited and roaring at Haotian's proposal!
The risks are enormous, but the rewards are the entire universe!
After a long while, a cruel smile finally appeared on the Demon Lord's hideous face.

"Alright, Haotian! I'll trust you this once!"

"That's right!" Haotian said with a smile.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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