When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Even after leaving Lefeng Tower, Bai Xiaotu was still grinning foolishly, muttering to himself.

"I'm so happy! Not only are Brother Chu and the others safe and sound, but they've also come to our demon clan. Maybe we'll see each other often in the future! Next time, I want to make something delicious for Brother Chu myself. What should I make? Spirit fruit cake? Or brew a pot of honey wine?"

Zong Lan was getting annoyed to death by his constant use of "Brother Chu," and said with a twitching mouth, "What are you doing? Who would eat the food you make?"

Bai Xiaotu was taken aback.

After all, Zong Lan had actually eaten what he made... Maybe it really was awful... that's why she said that... Bai Xiaotu instantly lost confidence.

The little rabbit demon felt she had done something wrong again. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed her sleeves, and she lowered her head and whispered, "Yeah, I... I can't do anything right, so I shouldn't... mess around."

Zong Lan's face instantly turned ugly, and she immediately restrained his hand, which was constantly scratching itself whenever the illness flared up.

Bai Xiaotu's habit is really bad. When she is anxious, she has a lot of fidgety movements, rubbing here and there, and even wearing down the fingerprints on her index finger. When her condition is at its worst, she will scratch her ears, making bloody holes.

"Why are you always so self-deprecating? Who said you can't do anything right?"

"Didn't you say that?"

Bai Xiaotu looked up, her eyes a little red, "Just now... you said who would eat the food I made..."

"..."

Zong Lan was speechless; talking to this silly rabbit was practically shortening her lifespan.

He rubbed his temples and said, "You're interested in that Chu Xianlan? He already has a partner, don't have such unrealistic ideas."

Bai Xiaotu jumped three feet high, her eyes widening in disbelief!

"What are you saying! I just admire Brother Chu a lot, I think he's amazing! That's not what I mean at all!"

"..." Seeing how flustered he was trying to explain himself, Zong Lan felt a little smug. "Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

Bai Xiaotu looked up at Zong Lan with innocent, naive eyes: "By the way, how did you know Brother Chu has a partner? Who is it?"

Zong Lan: ...

"Are you really stupid or just pretending? Can't you smell it?" Damn it! Isn't that his half-demon master?!

Ask around, ask around, and you won't even know why he was cleaved in two by his master's sword one day!

Several times, Bai Xiaotu kept moving closer to Chu Xianlan. Zong Lan noticed that Yi Chen looked displeased, as if his territory had been invaded by a wild beast, which made him sweat for Bai Xiaotu the whole way.

Not to mention what happened after the two disembarked.

...It was so indecent that you could tell what had happened in the cabin just by smelling it.

You half-demons will do anything to assert ownership.

"What's that smell?" Bai Xiaotu sniffed, looking completely innocent. "Zong Lan, I'm allergic to pollen, I can't smell it."

Zong Lan turned and left without expression.

The lights of the Flower Flame Festival were still burning in the distance, and Chu Xianlan seized the opportunity to follow Yi Chen toward the demon palace.

The palace attendants were respectful. After verifying the pass, they led the master and his disciple to the main hall.

The attendant led the way, and Chu Xianlan carefully observed the surroundings before suddenly looking surprised.

Rumor had it that the Demon King was never short of beautiful women and fine wine. Chu Xianlan had imagined a scene of revelry, bright lights, and beauties on either side of him—a classic sight. However, the vast main hall was eerily quiet; even footsteps could be heard clearly. And…

...Books are scattered all over the floor?

Surprisingly, Ming Si can actually read?

No wonder the Daoists always describe the Demon King as mysterious and unpredictable; his fluctuating intelligence is certainly a means to make humans wary.

Ming Si was looking at a chessboard with a troubled expression when he saw the visitors. He tossed aside the chess pieces and said with a slight smile, "You've come."

"Have you been living comfortably these past few days?" The Demon King sat up and asked with a smile, his tone very enthusiastic. "My Northern Underworld is no less impressive than the Southern Azure Land next door, is it?"

"Thank you for your hospitality, Demon King. Bei Ming is very well." Chu Xianlan exchanged a few polite words, then casually glanced at his chessboard. What was he playing... Gomoku? ???

Chu Xianlan pretended not to see anything.

Unexpectedly, Ming Si became even more enthusiastic, his dark eyes full of amusement: "Oh? What's so good about it?"

"..." Chu Xianlan choked up, wondering why there was a second challenge.

"Everything is fine; it's truly good when everyone is doing well."

Upon hearing this, Ming Si crossed his legs and clapped his hands repeatedly, saying, "Well said!"

Before the conversation could take an increasingly bizarre turn, Chu Xianlan quickly stopped. However, before he could speak, Ming Si asked with a half-smile, "Aren't you all curious about why I opened the complete Myriad Swords Immortal Realm in the first place?"

Chu Xianlan's heart skipped a beat.

Yi Chen: "Do you know the secret of the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm?"

Chu Xianlan had considered this point before. Over the years, the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm had opened from time to time, and countless swords had been drawn. Why was their situation different from the norm, causing the red mist to leak out?

As for the differences from before...

All that's left is the key brought by the Demon King.

There have always been two keys to the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm, but the one held by the demon race has always been hidden deep within the forbidden area of ​​Beiming. Since Ming Si insisted on opening the complete secret realm, he must have some information in his hands.

Ming Si rested his chin on his hand and said, "I do know some things, and it won't hurt to tell you."

In the past, when Ming Si had nothing to do, he would wander around the forbidden area of ​​Bei Ming.

Once, Ming Si accidentally broke an ancient seal and saw some written records left over from a thousand years ago inside the sealed stone tablet.

"A thousand years ago, a calamity suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the world. It possessed the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. Wherever the calamity appeared, the grass and trees withered and the corpses littered the ground. It was a creation born from the condensation of yin energy, evil energy, and resentment, and it was called - Weilong."

"Velong?"

Chu Xianlan was taken aback and turned to look at Yi Chen, who had never heard of this word before.

At first glance, the name "Weilong" might evoke the image of a "real dragon," and indeed it is.

Its appearance closely resembles a real dragon, covered in scales, and entirely black and red. Except for the absence of horns on its forehead, it is exactly as described in ancient texts about a real dragon, but its temperament is completely different—

The true dragon is holy and pure, while the crooked dragon is fierce and malevolent.

An inexplicable extraterrestrial evil has appeared in the world, seen as an omen of destruction. No one knows where it came from or how it appeared. The people of both realms suffer greatly and, in order to survive, decide to unite and fight back. The various factions pay a heavy price, sacrificing countless powerful warriors, before finally managing to temporarily imprison Weilong.

To prevent the calamity from returning, the human race proposed to gather the power of both realms to open a secret realm and seal it away forever.

Back then, the Myriad Swords Wonderland wasn't called the Myriad Swords Wonderland.

The three races joined forces to suppress the calamity. The various sects set up countless formations, seals, and barriers within the secret realm, and threw in countless high-grade magic artifacts, spiritual weapons, and other treasures. Rare and precious materials were transported into the secret realm in batches. The various sects used almost all available resources, which is how the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm came to be.

At this point, Ming Si shook his head, somewhat regretfully saying, "Their plan was going quite smoothly, but unfortunately, on the last day of the seal, just when everyone thought the calamity would finally subside and the world was about to be at peace... something unexpected happened."

Chu Xianlan pursed her lips. "What kind of change?"

"For some reason, Weilong still had the strength to fight desperately before it was sealed away, breaking through several layers of seals, which caused all the powerful members of the three races in the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm to perish together with it, and none of them survived." Ming Si shrugged.

After that, the entrance to the Myriad Swords Immortal Realm disappeared for many years until the Myriad Swords Stele reappeared hundreds of years later. As time passed, it was used as a place for treasure hunting and trials.

As Chu Xianlan listened to Ming Si's words, her heart inexplicably quickened. Combining this with Zong Lan's earlier words, a bold idea gradually pieced together in her mind and became clear.

In the illusion of the earth spirit's memories, in order to transform into a dragon, the old demon king spared no effort to create "monsters".

And the last fragment of the illusion.

To rescue the former crown prince, who was imprisoned by the old demon king, Zhiyue Zhenren broke open the dungeon entrance. After that, Chu Xianlan witnessed the malevolent energy dissipating from the entrance.

However, Senior Caiyuan once said that... a thousand years ago, there was no violence in the world, and half-demons would not go mad. If these things happened at the same time, there would definitely be some contradictions.

Weilong is born from the condensation of yin energy, evil energy, and resentment.

Aren't these three kinds of "qi" extremely similar in nature to "violent qi"?

Perhaps, the prototype of the malevolent aura from a thousand years ago... is Weilong itself?

Chu Xianlan felt a slight chill at her fingertips. She had previously thought that the old demon king's creation of monsters led to the birth of malevolent energy, which caused all the chaos in later generations. It seemed that the sequence of events was wrong.

The mad demon king did indeed transform into a dragon, but it was not the true dragon he had imagined. Instead, it was a monstrous dragon that embodied the world's resentment, an existence completely beyond anyone's control. The three races had no choice but to join forces to suppress it and seal it in a secret realm. The red mist they saw in the mortal world was merely the residual pollution of the monstrous dragon.

The reason why no one knows where Weilong came from is, of course, because the old demon king has made such a big mess that he would never admit that he caused it.

That makes sense.

The final battle that took place in the Immortal Realm of Ten Thousand Swords was the real reason why the half-demon was cursed!