Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

They altered the annals of history, reversed the course of the world, sealed away the Holy Lord to isolate the external forces of evil, and locked away hell within.

From the perspective of the Saint Seiya, he did nothing wrong.

We also tried our best not to overlook the slightest detail.

But...

The power of history is not limitless.

It is merely an observer, a bearer, not a tool for turning the tide.

Those who attempt to alter everything will inevitably be swept away by the winds of correction.

Jackie Chan, Uncle, Tru, and him.

With just four people, they wanted to overturn everything, to rewrite history...

Failure was inevitable.

Even if the annals of history are not revised, and even if the opposing forces do not place their bets, they are destined to fail.

the reason is simple.

Because of Zhou Lan's presence.

He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, changing the course of everything.

Each link is interconnected and recorded in the annals of history.

At the same time, it also sealed Lope's fate.

The three demons drew closer.

Lope's face trembled slightly. He was very strong, extremely strong, possessing power surpassing that of a peak Holy Lord.

But the three demons standing before him now, apart from Basha, are all at their peak!

For an instant.

The scrolls surrounding Lope swayed incessantly under the aura emanating from the demons, like candles flickering in the wind.

The next instant, they all shattered, swaying and disappearing into the wind.

Lope raised his head and reached out towards the scroll fragments that were moving away from him, but he couldn't grasp anything.

"Victory is so far away," he murmured, his lips trembling slightly.

"Do you regret it?" Zhou Lan said calmly. "The world will take a different path because of your actions, a path that is extremely unfavorable to your position."

Lopez slowly shook his head.

"Like a lion driven from its territory for defeat, if I knew there was a chance to fight but didn't, then I would be the sinner..."

"I've let you cause trouble for too long, Lope. It's time to end this." The Holy Lord snorted coldly.

He voluntarily accepted the seal and had long anticipated the moment of its release; he had no doubts about the outcome.

Lope, his already weathered face seemed to age even more in an instant, and his whole body exuded a weak, deathly aura.

With the three great demons before him, he was already powerless.

Once the heart dies, all hope is lost.

The Holy Lord waved his hand and threw a spell at him, which struck Lope's body squarely.

Those great powers that never belonged to him, those powers that came from the annals of history, vanished in an instant.

The scales had been completely crushed, and he was powerless to resist.

Lope's body slowly froze. He stood there woodenly, maintaining the posture he had in life, as petrification gradually eroded him.

Finally, he became inanimate again.

A statue.

This is his original form; the one before was merely a consciousness that descended from the past through the power of the history books.

Now, the power of history books has faded.

He was also unable to maintain his image any longer.

Righteousness has searched the long river of history and finally found this hidden gem in the past.

Unfortunately, even this last remaining effort failed completely.

From Lope's petrified body, a pure aura rippled and flowed, converging into a beam of light that shot towards the sky.

That was a falsified "error".

Now, this "mistake" is returning to the annals of history in an instant, and the moment it touches upon us will be the moment of correction.

Outside the planet, Bo Gang received a reminder from Zhou Lan.

In fact, even without her brother saying anything, she could sense with her current power that the outer barrier of the planet was dissipating.

Bo Gang quickly spat it out.

Without that protective barrier, she feared that if she exerted even a little force, she would destroy her hometown.

Although the matter sounds tempting, Bo Gang still has a clear head when it comes to matters of principle.

If you want to savor delicious food, there are many other places in the world; there's no need to stick to your hometown.

As the outer barrier of the planet dissipated, the layers of dark clouds that had shrouded the sky above finally began to dissipate.

The sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone in again.

As the light shines down, wherever it falls, that place begins to change.

Those ancient buildings melted away like snow in the sunlight.

In an instant, the entire world was cleansed of its dust and impurities.

The reversal of history has finally been corrected, returned to its proper place, and restored to its original state.

The whole world, everyone, felt like they were living in a dream.

With eyes closed, I drifted through an era in a dream, then awoke to face the real world.

This is a dream that cannot be perceived by ordinary people.

Like a real dream, no matter how you try to recall it afterward, it all feels like a blur.

Apart from the few demons who actually experienced all of this, and their henchmen.

"The revision of the historical record has been completed, which also marks Lope's complete failure." Zhou Lan casually pinched his hand.

The alien energy and superpower locks on the three members of the Black Hand Gang instantly left, and he gathered them into the palm of his hand.

The nebular energy he had previously left outside the planet also came into his possession.

Effortless and composed.

The Holy Lord looked pleased and let out a soft cry of "Return!"

The alien energy that had been imprisoned by the annals of history also returned to his body.

This was Lope's work, secretly instructed by the Holy Lord.

The annals of time cannot destroy alien energy at the level of extinct nebulae; they can only do their best to block it.

Now that it has been corrected, it has naturally lost its obstructive power.

“Brother, I knew you would come.” The Holy Lord looked at Zhou Lan.

"Is there anything to question?" Zhou Lan raised the corners of her mouth. "You have too much of a gambling instinct, but that's a good thing, at least for now..."

Zhou Lan looked around at the world and laughed loudly.

They have won, and won decisively.

"At least now we don't have to worry about the balance of yin and yang anymore, nor do we have to worry about whether a few annoying guys will suddenly pop up in the future, clamoring to seal away demons or something like that."

Righteousness no longer has that authority, power, or ability.

It invoked the annals of history, and it lost utterly.

Although its effects are not yet apparent, we will know its profound impact as time goes by.

It's tantamount to ruining one's own future.

The things established in the past, which were dominated by righteousness, still exist.

But the future already belongs to the demons.

Chapter 226 The interlude is over, time to welcome distinguished guests.

The sky was clear and the earth was bright.

Everything returned to calm.

Perhaps the only real change is a minor trouble caused by Lopez's overdrawing of the power of history.

This world has exhausted its power, and its territory has become incredibly small.

Aside from their original Earth-Moon lineage, they might expand slightly into nearby star systems.

In addition, everything in the universe became dark and lifeless.

Lopez's actions have cost the world.

He extracted too much of the essence to isolate the power of the Holy Lord Nebula and close the gates to the world.

He may not have known this before taking action, but he did make a mistake.

The world is small, which is a bad thing.

After all, the demons' stronghold is still here for the time being.

"It seems that we can only let it recover on its own for now," Zhou Lan sighed softly.

He felt somewhat helpless.

No matter what standpoint he was in, he would never do something like relying on the history books of time to overdraw the power of the whole world.

This is not a good thing for humans or demons, or for righteousness or evil.

Fortunately, the foundation is still intact.

Those fundamental elements have only been overdrawn, not destroyed or extinguished; they can eventually be replenished.

Lope's free will led him to make a different choice; he seemed to be trapped in that era, carrying a bit of a backward and unsophisticated air.

It should be noted that even the Holy Lord, who regained himself, never rebuilt the palace and returned to ancient rule.

Those who are fixated on the past and neglect progress will ultimately never achieve victory.

the other side.

The barriers that once bound hell have been erased with the revisions of history over time.

Speaking of which, the only truly peaceful place during this period was hell.

The power of history, aside from erecting a wall around hell, has had no influence over the affairs within hell itself.

After all, all Lopez wanted was an eternal seal.

This means that the appearance and layout inside hell remain unchanged.

That place was a place where the days dragged on endlessly.

Of course, this only applies to demons.

"I smell Bo Gang's presence; it seems she's returned as well," the Holy Lord murmured.

There was a hint of joy in his voice.

In other words, in order to "save" him, all of his brothers and sisters who had escaped from hell came back.

"This scene would have been unimaginable before," the Holy Lord chuckled.

He stared intently at Zhou Lan.

Only an elder brother could have such decisive action, and of course, leadership.

I'm hungry.