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He felt his emotions being forcibly gripped by a rough hand, and a surge of rage and grief from another was being forcefully injected into his spirit.

The intertwining of these two primal and violent emotions caused a barely perceptible tremor to appear in His body.

Asmodeus looked at the coffin, his curiosity replaced by a burning excitement in his purple-gold eyes.

"This is interesting." Asmodeus murmured, standing up. "You not only have the smell of that old man Baal, but you also have this kind of thing hidden in you."

He walked barefoot down the crystal steps, step by step, toward the coffin.

Asmodeus walked slowly towards them.

His pure white robe trailed on the crystal floor without making a sound.

Chen Guan stared at the figure. Heat was rising from the scales on his demonized right arm. He forcibly restrained the almost rampaging residual power and suppressed it within a three-meter radius around him.

Asmodeus stopped five steps away, his purple-gold eyes sweeping over Chen Guan's dark right arm before finally settling on his face.

"A variant of the laws of the mind: emotional control."

Asmodeus's voice was filled with pleasure: "Human, you truly surprise me. That hollow demon Baal actually managed to find a contractor like you."

Asmodeus stopped half a step in front of the coffin.

The distance was so close that Chen Guan could see the fine texture of the pure white silk on the other person's body.

The oppressive feeling of being locked on by his natural enemy intensified once again, crushing heavily on his bones.

Chen Guan bit his tongue hard, the sweet and metallic taste of blood exploding in his mouth.

The black scales on his right arm were curling outwards due to the uncontrolled high temperature, and the flesh emitted a burnt smell. Abnormal emotions were rampaging through his mind, and that force was trying to break through the defenses of reason and completely take over the body.

Before him, He bent down, his long purple hair trailing on the ground sliding down his shoulders, the strands brushing against Chen Guan's shoulders, bringing a chill that could freeze one's blood.

Those purple-gold eyes, shimmering with starlight, slowly drew closer, aiming at Chen Guan's right eye, which had become a vertical pupil due to his demonic transformation.

Chen Guan felt like he couldn't breathe a single breath.

A biting chill crept up from the soles of my feet, and a layer of white frost appeared on the smooth crystal floor at a visible speed.

"It seems the secret lies in your right hand," Asmodeus finally spoke.

"I originally thought it was just the foul-smelling mark left by Baal."

"Unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise."

He extended a long, pale finger, its tip hovering less than an inch above the black scales curling up on Chen Guan's right arm.

Chen Guan stared intently at the finger, having no doubt that it could pierce his head at any moment.

The muscles in his back tensed up inch by inch.

Cold sweat trickled down my temples and into my collar, making my skin itch.

"The lost divine essence of the Emotional Demon resides within you."

His eyes gleamed with interest: "How interesting. So He didn't die. No wonder no demon has been able to ascend to godhood since His fall. It turns out He never died."

"I don't know if Baal ever told you that as long as the divine essence exists, a god will not die. Even if the physical body is destroyed and the soul dissipates, the god will only be reincarnated again and again."

After briefly observing Chen Guan's reaction, He smiled with satisfaction and slowly straightened up.

His wide robe swept across the crystal floor as he turned and walked back to the throne carved from amethyst.

The force that had crushed the bones also completely disappeared.

Chen Guan's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the mouthful of bloody stench.

"A mere human being, wielding the divine power of a demon."

Asmodeus sat down on the throne, his hands clasped on his knees, a smile on his face that seemed to have no bottom.

"Still a contractor of Baal."

"That's really interesting."

His purple-gold eyes were filled with undisguised interest as he looked at the coffin as if it were a priceless treasure beyond comprehension.

The heat from Chen Guan's right arm was still burning his nerves, and the muscles beneath the scales were twitching wildly.

He stared directly at Asmodeus on the high platform.

"So," Chen Guan began, "you want to take it away?"

Chen Guan's hand had already quietly reached into his pocket, preparing to crush the black stone that Bai Hu had given him.

Even being randomly thrown into the Pacific Ocean would be better than being skinned alive here.

He won't die, that's true, but he can't possibly punch a demon god. Living a life worse than death is even more terrifying.

Asmodeus chuckled softly.

Laughter echoed from the dome of the main hall, carrying the composure unique to those in power.

"Taking away an inanimate object is nowhere near as interesting as watching it take root and sprout on a living person."

"I never disrupt this miracle full of variables."

He raised his right hand, his slender fingers casually drawing a semicircle in the air.

The crystal ground beneath Chen Guan and Guan Jinyue's feet instantly melted, and a blinding red light shot into the sky, weaving together to form a complex and massive teleportation array.

"Whether you are His reincarnation or a mortal who has seized a divine opportunity or miracle, I will not interfere."

"Go ahead, I won't stop you."

Asmodeus leaned back lazily in his chair and announced his decision in a tone that suggested he was looking forward to a good show.

"Let me see how far you can go."

"Don't die on the way, human."

"Also, since we've met by chance, let me give you a friendly reminder: don't trust Baal."

The red light faded away.

With the pressure from the surroundings dissipating, Chen Guan's knees slammed directly onto the dark gold metallic ground.

He gripped the cracks in the floor tiles tightly with both hands, his lungs felt like they were filled with cold lead, and each breath he took caused excruciating pain in his chest.

The black scales on his right arm are gradually fading away.

This excruciating pain, like skin being peeled off and bones being scraped, shoots straight up along the nerve endings, while the intense heat crashes wildly through the blood vessels.

He clenched his teeth, cold sweat dripping from his chin onto the floor with a soft slapping sound.

A soft rustling sound came from the pocket, and the leopard poked half its body out, rubbing its wet nose against the back of his hand.

"Your arm."

Guan Jinyue spoke up.

Chen Guan raised his head and met the silver-white figure two steps away.

Her gaze lingered on his still trembling right arm.

Chen Guan lowered his eyelids. The black lines that had covered his entire arm had faded away, leaving only a few red marks with blood streaks.

"fine."

He propped himself up on his thighs, his fingers spread and then clenched, his knuckles making a series of soft cracking sounds.

The dull pain was still lingering in his bones, but he couldn't be bothered to pay it any more attention.

Guan Jinyue didn't say much and turned to look ahead.

Chen Guan followed her gaze.

Beneath their feet lay a dark gold metal plate that stretched as far as the horizon.

The sky overhead had changed to a purplish hue, with countless tiny points of light twinkling on it.

There was no sound around, no wind, and no living creatures.

Only in the far distance directly ahead, the outline of a massive city stands.