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Chapter 188 Each Goes Their Own Way, and Their Ways Are Governed

hell.

"God, this is the last chance, for both you and us. If you don't cherish it, you will suffer endless torment in hell. This may be one of the few pleasures in our long lives."

Crimson is the background color of this world, and the air is filled with decaying and violent demonic energy, every wisp of which is enough to shatter the soul of an ordinary person.

There is no concept of space or time here, no vitality or hope, only endless decay and eternal torment.

Broken rocks floated everywhere, neither rising nor falling. A green, moving hill with facial features sat slumped on one of the broken rocks, and the one who spoke was the slender, four-armed demon god on her shoulder, with bright red eyes and wearing a red and purple Taoist robe.

The Moon Demon, Zhou Lan, and the Mountain Demon, Bo Gang, are undoubtedly the eldest brother and sister among the eight great demons.

"Believe me, I will make those damned humans pay the price and allow you to return to the mortal realm." The Holy Lord's dragon soul was completely ethereal, and his once arrogant dragon eyes were now full of humility, his tone respectful to the point of being obsequious.

As a noble dragon and demon wizard, greed is his nature, cunning is his character, and admitting defeat is his survival strategy.

Especially now that he has lost his physical body and all his demonic energy.

"I remember you said the same thing last time, Shen Du, you have never kept your word." A cold, piercing voice suddenly rang out, filled with barely suppressed, surging anger: "You have deceived us too many times!"

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The Holy Lord's soul suddenly straightened, his phantom swaying violently in the void, even his roar taking on a ferocious quality: "No! Basha! This time is different! It's all because of that human named Jackie Chan! I intended to rescue you, but I was resealed by them right after my resurrection! This time I will not repeat the same mistake!"

"I hope so." Zhou Lan snorted coldly, raising all four arms at the same time. A powerful gravitational force swept over, pulling the lifeless rocks around him towards him. The broken rocks, enveloped by demonic energy, continuously shattered and reformed, gradually outlining the shape of an ancient and eerie portal covered with twisted demonic runes.

Deep purple demonic energy emanated from Zhou Lan's body, flowing into the door and spreading along the cracks in the stone, causing the patterns on the door to slowly light up.

After that, the mountain demon Bogang, the wind demon Xiaofeng, the thunder demon Zhongsu, the water demon Basha, the earth demon Dikui, and the sky demon Ximu, despite their displeased expressions, honestly poured all their demonic energy into the false gate of hell.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Among them, only the Holy Lord had enough demonic energy and medium left in the human world, and only he was qualified to leave Hell and return to the human world.

Even though they all knew in their hearts that the Holy Lord was most likely deceiving them again, it was their only hope of escaping hell.

With the demonic energy of the seven great demons converging, a swirling vortex formed at the center of the gate, with raging flames burning at its core. The dark red flames surged in the void, transforming into an illusory barrier.

Behind the barrier stood Jackie Chan's figure on the edge of the cliff.

The Holy Lord's bloodshot eyes revealed resentment. It was all because of this guy in front of him that he had fallen to such a state.

"Shen Du, don't let us down again!" Zhou Lan raised his hand, grabbed the dragon soul of the Holy Lord, and threw him towards Jackie Chan.

The Holy Lord's dragon soul let out a ferocious roar, his figure transforming into a dark red streak of light that broke through the light barrier and instantly disappeared into the portal. The moment he passed through the portal, the gate to hell, constructed of demonic energy and shattered rocks, collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into countless fragments that vanished into the crimson of hell, leaving only residual demonic energy that slowly diffused and dissipated in the air.

"I don't think even a god has a chance of success." Basha withdrew her hand from channeling demonic energy and said coldly, "Even with our spells limiting him, he will still have his own plans."

"I know." Zhou Lan slowly withdrew her four arms, tucking them all into her Taoist robe. Her expression was calm, and her tone was so flat that there was not a ripple in her voice.

"You know? Then why did you agree to the Holy Lord's conditions? It will only waste our already limited demonic energy." Basha narrowed her eyes. She didn't believe that Zhou Lan would do something unnecessary.

"Ximu." Zhou Lan didn't answer Basha's question, but turned to look at Ximu, who was squatting not far away, his back to them, lost in thought: "You should have sensed it, right?"

Ximu is the last of the eight great demons, the demon of the sky, who holds the power over the sky.

The reason for asking him was that among the brothers, Ximu was the one who retained the most wisdom besides the Holy Lord.

The other demons, worn down by the laws of hell during the long seal, were reduced to mere empty shells of rage; their power was fading, their memories were fading, and even their thinking had become sluggish.

Unlike Ximu, in order to avoid being continuously worn down by the malevolent energy of hell, he abandoned most of the heavenly demonic energy. Although his strength was greatly reduced, he retained his clear mind and gained a perception far superior to that of other demons, enabling him to keenly detect the most subtle changes in the world's atmosphere.

"Yes." Spreading his bat wings, Ximu turned around and gave a wicked smile: "My dear brothers and sisters, our era is about to return."

At the edge of the cliff, the Holy Lord, having escaped from Hell, rushed headlong toward Jackie Chan. Jackie Chan's figure rapidly enlarged in his vision, and just as he was about to crash into his body, a hand with wide joints and a faint purplish-black demonic aura suddenly reached out from the void and grabbed at his soul.

"No!" The Holy Lord roared in despair, his soul suddenly turning in mid-air, trying to avoid the hand. But the hand was faster, its five fingers closing tightly and gripping his soul firmly in its palm. Struggling in impotent rage, the Holy Lord was eventually dragged into the terrifying temporal turbulence by that hand.

"Um?"

At the edge of the cliff, Jackie Chan suddenly felt a jolt, and the hairs on the back of his head stood on end. He instinctively turned around to look behind him, but there was nothing but calm and stillness behind him, with only the whistling wind sweeping across the cliff. There was nothing unusual.

He scratched his head, a look of confusion on his face, and muttered to himself, "Strange, why did I think I just heard the Holy Lord's voice? Was I just too nervous and hallucinating?"

"This is the Holy Lord?" In the antique shop, Xiao Yan examined the Holy Lord's sleeping soul in Russell's hand and couldn't help but curl his lip: "So weak."

He showed no humility when he said this. After absorbing the soul crystal of Protector Wu, his cultivation had reached the peak of Dou Ling, just one step away from Dou Wang. More importantly, his soul had also successfully entered the early stage of the Spirit Realm. With the blessing of the Fire God Dao Fruit, his perception had reached an extremely powerful level.

The Holy Lord before him had no trace of demonic energy remaining on his body, and his soul was so weak that it was almost transparent. Even without the Dao Fruit, he dared to say that he could take him down with one hand.

Russell tossed the Holy Lord's soul into Xiao Yan's hands and said irritably, "The mighty incarnation of the Blazing Fire, the Demon of Fire, has been weakened to this extent, and you're still laughing at him? Don't you have a heart?"

"Yes, yes, I have no heart." Xiao Yan replied perfunctorily, a wisp of pale blue flame rising from his palm.

With the blessing of the Fire God's Dao Fruit, the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame, which was originally only ranked seventeenth on the list of strange flames, became more than ten times stronger. In an instant, it transformed into a crystal-clear azure lotus of flames that exuded a scorching aura, firmly enveloping the Holy Lord's soul within it.

The Holy Lord slowly awoke from the scorching and imprisoning flames. He looked around blankly, and when he saw the divine aura surrounding Russell, Zhongli, and the others, he screamed in shock, "How is this possible! How can there be so many gods in the world?!"

After the initial surprise, he quickly recovered, his eyes instantly filled with excitement, and his soul swirled wildly in the blue lotus flames.

The return of the gods signifies that righteousness has reached its peak. Therefore, according to the law of balance, the next thousand years will be a thousand years of demons.

"Damn, this guy's smile is even more despicable than Duan De's!" Seeing the Holy Lord's smug face, Ye Fan subconsciously clenched his fist and was about to throw a punch. One can only imagine what kind of treatment Duan De, that despicable guy, had received on the Big Dipper.

"Let him laugh for now, and see if he can still laugh later." Xiao Yan licked his lips, a playful smile flashing in his eyes.

The Holy Lord belongs to the element of fire and wields the Dao of Fire. He possesses a share of all fire-related powers in the world. Clearly, this wisp of soul belongs to him and can be used to nourish his own Dao fruit.

"Demons are immortal, you cannot kill me." Having discerned the drastic changes in the world, the Holy Lord's attitude grew arrogant. His soul hovered within the blue lotus, his tone filled with haughtiness and temptation: "Newborn god, why not join the demons' ranks? I will bestow upon you the body of a dragon and the true authority of fire, granting you the power to destroy the heavens and the earth!"

"Heh." Xiao Yan sneered, his eyes full of disdain. With a thought, the Fiery Lotus in his hand suddenly contracted, and the intense burning sensation instantly swept over the Holy Lord's soul. In an instant, the Holy Lord's heart-wrenching scream rang out.

Satisfied, Xiao Yan put away the green lotus and turned to Russell, saying, "Then I'll be going now."

Russell nodded, watching Xiao Yan transform into a ball of fire and disappear into the antique shop.

After Xiao Yan, Xu Qi'an, Ye Fan, Lu Mingfei, Han Li, Zhang Xiaofan, Klein and others also bid farewell and left.

After that, everyone did their own thing, and while hunting demons, they relied on various actions such as performing miracles in front of people and fulfilling their divine duties to increase the quantity and quality of the Qi in their own camp.

"Wait a minute, now that the Holy Lord has been captured, what will happen to the demons in Hell?" Zhang Chulan suddenly thought of this question and subconsciously looked at Russell, only to see Russell looking at him with a half-smile.

"Huh? Me?" Zhang Chulan pointed at himself and blinked.

"What else? Have you ever seen a player blow the whistle himself?" Russell gave Zhang Chulan a thumbs up, took a step back, and completely disappeared into the shadows beneath his feet. "I'm rooting for you."

"So, what should we do next?" Zhao Jiu coughed, breaking the brief silence among them.

If he remembered correctly, Lu Mingfei had invited him to a gathering, so how did it turn into a battle between gods and demons?

"According to the plot, we need to find the magic book that records the location of the Panku Box first, so—" Zhuge Dali pointed to the bookshelf next to him and shrugged.

Following the direction Zhuge Dali pointed, everyone saw that the bookshelves in front of them were towering high, filled with countless magic books, numbering at least tens of thousands.

Zhang Chulan and Gu Nan exchanged a glance and both saw the despair in each other's eyes.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, England.

A light mist shrouded the ancient castle and mountains of England, and low-hanging gray clouds enveloped the entire Hogwarts in a tranquil, ancient, and solemn atmosphere.

At the academy's main gate, without any wind, a slight ripple appeared in the air as a young scholar, wearing a top hat and an elegant medieval gentleman's suit, suddenly appeared without warning, holding an ironwood cane.

He slowly raised his eyes, gazing at the majestic ancient castle that had stood for over a thousand years in the distance, a wondrous expression reflected in his pupils: "This place really exists."

As he murmured, a power called Deception surged from his body, silently covering the entire academy and gently obscuring and distorting the trajectories of fate and magical perception both inside and outside the academy.

The students chasing and playing in the castle corridors were unaware, the professor brewing potions in the cellar was unaware, and the old man reading ancient books in the principal's office was unaware.

The young scholar then took out an old notebook and an ordinary, unremarkable quill pen.

He lowered his eyes to look at the blank page, a faint smile curving his lips, and murmured to himself, "Now, I'm going to start writing my story."

Lumbini, Nepal.

As the birthplace of Shakyamuni, the founder of Buddhism, and during the Ullambana Festival, eminent monks from all directions gathered here, chanting Buddhist prayers and wafting Buddhist light, spreading an aura of peace and harmony for miles around.

Within the sacred land, amidst the lingering chants of Buddhist hymns, a strange figure appeared out of nowhere, stepping into the pure Buddhist realm and shattering its timeless tranquility.

The Holy Land's Lord, Deji Jiayang, narrowed his eyes, immediately stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and with a solemn expression, looked at the uninvited visitor, cautiously asking, "Amitabha, what brings you here, benefactor?"

"I don't mean anything else, I'm just here to challenge them." Xu Qi'an grinned, slowly rising into the air. Then, a black, flame-like rune appeared between his brows, and a violent aura soared into the sky, rising steadily.

Under the astonished, then horrified and desperate gazes of countless eminent monks, the earth trembled slightly, and spiritual light surged forth.

A magnificent, pitch-black Dharma image, hundreds of feet tall, suddenly appeared in the world, standing between heaven and earth.

The Dharma image has twelve arms, with a majestic and awe-inspiring expression. A black, demonic ring hangs high behind its head, where demonic power and Buddhist aura intertwine and collide, domineeringly suppressing the entire Lumbini holy land.

Xu Qi'an stood upright between the eyebrows of the Dharma Image, his voice resounding throughout the surrounding area, his domineering declaration echoing across Mount Ling: "From this day forward, the Buddhist path shall be ruled by me!"

"Help! Help! Is anyone there?"

"We're starving! We need light!"

"Let us out quickly, or we'll drown."

"Someone save me, I don't want to die!"

Fengdu, China, a ghost town.

As the construction of dams along the river impounds water, the water level continues to rise, and the ancient Fengdu Ghost City is gradually being swallowed up and submerged by the river. The entire ancient city is deserted, the streets and alleys are silent, and only the eerie and damp wind passes through the buildings and ancient alleys, exuding a deathly chill that keeps the living away.

Deep within this desolate ancient city, soon to be completely submerged, in the dark halls of a famous mountain temple, cries and wails intertwined, echoing intermittently in the empty temple, sounding particularly jarring and eerie.

"Enough, you idiots, stop shouting."

Just then, a cold, hoarse voice suddenly drowned out all the cries. On the surface of the eerie bronze mirror in the center of the ancient temple, which was covered with yin energy, the light rippled slightly. Four blurry, terrifying ghostly figures flashed in the mirror and disappeared into the depths of the mirror.

Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in a bright red official robe, whose face was hidden in the mist, slowly appeared on the mirror. His gaze pierced through the bronze mirror, looking at the person slowly approaching outside the ancient city. A sinister and eerie smile appeared on his lips: "Look! Humans are coming."

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