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

“We’ve prepared a welcome party for you, just like we did for your companions when they arrived, but now there’s a problem.”

"What... problem?" Tieguai Li could only continue, following Ximu's lead.

"One of the activities at the welcome party is volleyball, you know, everyone loves to play it, but..."

Ximu stared wide-eyed at Tieguai Li through the ball of light; the difference in their forms made his eyes appear incredibly large and terrifying.

"We have enough players, but there's a problem: we don't have any balls..."

west Mu curled his lips into a smile, looked at Tieguai Li, and asked, word by word:

"What are your thoughts on this?"

silence.

Tieguai Li: "...I don't want to play."

"That's not up to you."

Ximu laughed and threw the ball of light high into the air. Then, he flapped his wings and followed it down heavily.

"It has begun!" he shouted to the other demons.

The demons were unaware of what was happening in the outside world, let alone the changes and revisions to the history books of time.

Regarding the imbalance of Yin and Yang, no information can be obtained in hell either.

They were simply looking for some amusement in this long, endless, unchanging silence.

As for Tieguai Li...

Before considering the wear and tear of hell, he had to first consider how to escape from the dizzying world.

A gaze withdrew from the blood-red depths of hell.

"It seems they've found something new to amuse themselves; at least in the waiting period, there's one more possibility that will make things less boring," Zhou Lan said slowly.

He had been keeping a close eye on what was happening in Hell.

Or rather, he would take a look every time he returned to his original world.

Zhou Lan had always been worried about sealing the immortal gods into hell so that they could suffer the same torment as they had in the past.

One by one, the demons leave Hell, and it is not a long-term solution to continue sealing other immortal gods into Hell.

Otherwise, in the end, wouldn't hell consist of a worn-out demon facing seven immortal gods?

That would be too unfair.

Unless, like him, one can create a unique sealed domain, like He Xiangu.

Zhou Lan had considered this possibility.

But he didn't want to send the other immortal gods into the dark side of the moon as well.

If someone is chatting with you, then it's not so much torture.

Fortunately, Lopez had a solution.

After eliminating the need to consider the balance of Yin and Yang, it would be sufficient to strip all the remaining immortal gods of their power, leaving only their essence, just like Tieguai Li.

They can't stir up any trouble, there's no chance of escape, and there's no need to worry about the unbalanced forces causing a backlash.

Thinking of this, Zhou Lan couldn't help but smile and shake her head, sighing softly:

"It has to be you, Lope, you have a way."

Without a doubt, in this long struggle, Saint Seiya Lopez...

His contributions were immense.

Chapter 231 The Footsteps Cannot Stop

Basha's revenge is complete, and Tieguai Li's hellish journey has come to an end.

After witnessing the encounter in Hell firsthand, Basha returned to her own world with satisfaction.

Compared to the current miniature world of her original self, the world of One Piece is more suitable for Basha and more to her liking.

Zhou Lan opened the door herself and escorted her back.

Once Basha left, only Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord, the two demons, remained.

In fact, the Holy Lord could have stayed in the Dragon Clan World; that was a gift Zhou Lan had given him long ago.

But it seems that the Holy Lord has more affection for this world.

Zhou Lan could probably understand his thoughts.

The Dragon World already has Lu Mingfei as its proxy, and besides, the power level there isn't very high.

It doesn't fit Bo Gang's Gourmet World or Bazaar's One Piece World as well as it does.

Fortunately, the Super Beast Armed Force trip greatly enhanced the Holy Lord's power.

This was probably a special treat that Zhou Lan had prepared for the Holy Lord.

There is another reason why the Holy Lord prefers to place himself in the original world.

Hell is here, and so are my other brothers and sisters.

Of course, there are also Valmont and Jackie Chan.

A satisfactory subordinate and servant is a rare treasure, and the Holy Lord knew this well.

Currently, among the eight demons, apart from Bo Gang, Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord are arguably the strongest in terms of power.

Bo Gang's potential for growth is too strong, and that world is too compatible with her.

Right now, even if another Lu Dongbin or He Xiangu at their peak appeared, they would still be no match for these two nebula-like beings.

Their level of power has far surpassed that of the past.

“The power of the Book of Time is too great, Divine Capital, you are very bold.” Zhou Lan said to the Holy Lord, “If it were me, I would never have let Lope seal himself away like that.”

"Isn't this you, brother?" Hearing Zhou Lan's words, the Holy Lord smiled indifferently.

Taking the initiative is a risky move, but with Zhou Lan's backing, the Holy Lord doesn't care at all, or rather, he has enough confidence in his brother Zhou Lan.

Experience told him that Lopez was no match for Zhou Lan, his reliable older brother.

The facts have confirmed his initial thoughts.

"Besides, it's unlikely there will be a next time," the Holy Lord said with a shrug and a smile.

The history books, which have been overdrawn, will take an unknown amount of time to recover, and the world, which has been overdrawn, will take even longer.

"We need to find a way to restore this world to its original state," Zhou Lan pondered.

He looked up at the sky, lost in thought.

As night fell, there were no stars in the sky.

The once-brilliant stars have now lost their light, as if they have been isolated from this world.

There are no more stars in the sky.

This is a price that is visible to the naked eye for ordinary people.

“It’s troublesome, Lope. My old nemesis has done something bad, but there’s always a way,” the Holy Lord said.

He looked at Zhou Lan. In his eyes, his elder brother was not omnipotent, but he was not far off.

"You do trust me," Zhou Lan chuckled.

Aside from this world, there are even more pressing matters he needs to consider and face.

The mountain demon Pogan, the fire demon Shendu, the water demon Basha, and him, the moon demon, have now regained their freedom and gone their separate ways.

But there are four other brothers and sisters suffering in hell as well.

The Wind Demon Xiaofeng, the Sky Demon Ximu, the Earth Demon Dikui, and the Thunder Demon Zhongsu.

The dawn of victory is still far from arriving.

His promise has only been half fulfilled.

In fact, the time between his first successful escape from this world and his decision to turn back to save his brothers and sisters was not very long.

Each time I personally descend into another world, it usually lasts no more than seven days, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter, but generally no more than a month.

But upon closer reflection, it seems as if a very, very long time has passed.

He rarely encountered opponents he couldn't defeat; most of them were locals who worshipped him as a "god."

But even when Zhou Lan was in a daze, she couldn't hide her exhaustion.

Demons and humans—no, humans and demons are very similar—both are life forms full of emotions and thoughts.

Even with Zhou Lan's current strength, he is far from reaching the realm of having no emotions in his heart and only the Great Dao.

That kind of realm sounds impressive, with a hint of attraction and allure, but Zhou Lan doesn't yearn for it.

Without emotions, even if he were incredibly powerful, wouldn't his painstaking efforts to save his brothers and sisters be in vain?

He did not believe that the state of being one with the Tao and having no emotions in one's heart was the one he would pursue throughout his life.

In particular, the feedback he received after he released several demons from hell one by one.

Holy Lord, Bo Gang, and Basha...

The stronger you are, the more you realize how precious that little bond in your heart truly is.

There were no stars in the sky, only a bright moon, hanging alone in the dome.

"Perhaps you should take a rest," the Holy Lord said with unexpected thoughtfulness. "After all, we just gave them a toy, which should keep them entertained for a long time."

Demons all come from the same source, but even among true brothers and sisters, there are still differences in closeness and distance.

Without a doubt, in the eyes of the Holy Lord, there is only one person who is the closest to him and the most trustworthy.

As for his other siblings, he seemed somewhat indifferent compared to Zhou Lan.

"There are still four suffering in hell, and I cannot stop my journey," Zhou Lan murmured.

The moonlight shone down, falling on him and casting a faint halo on his robe. Even looking at his inhuman face, the scene revealed a holiness that was indescribable.

Strength and wisdom are aesthetically pleasing.

This is particularly evident in the Moon Demon.

His voice was weathered as he carefully combed through the patterns on his robe, saying lightly as if in jest, "Perhaps when you are all free to shed your clothes, I can retire in peace."

“You can find a world you like, or many worlds, where everyone knows you’re good at this,” the Holy Lord replied.

Zhou Lan was like a meticulous older brother, arranging a final resting place for each demon, showing thoughtfulness and composure.

He himself deserves this treatment.

Or perhaps right here, sharing the world equally with the Holy Lord, or even more—the Holy Lord doesn't care.

Zhou Lan smiled, shook her head silently, and followed the moonlight upwards, landing on the dome.

"My destiny has been waiting for me all along."

Chapter 232 Whispers of the Dark Side of the Moon

dark.

The deepest darkness, as thick as ink that cannot be dissolved, permeated the entire world.

If this can be considered a world.

Looking around, there was nothing in this space except darkness.

They lost the concept of heaven and earth, and there was no light; they could hardly even perceive their own existence.

Compared to this place, the blood-red hell is almost like heaven.

At least there you can still see things clearly, and at least there are people to talk to.

He Xiangu couldn't describe how she felt.

time?