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

It's actually quite simple.

Although the portal to all the worlds seemed small, surprisingly, his Spiral Force Universe Body was able to pass through it.

This door seems more like a concept of travel.

With a mere thought, his cosmic body descended instantly, enveloping the black dragon within.

This was Zhou Lan's first attempt to see if her cosmic body could pass through the door, and she didn't expect it to be so simple.

Doesn't this mean that he can summon his current strongest form at any time and in any place, according to his own will?

Even Zhou Lan herself couldn't help but exclaim that it was simply insidious beyond measure.

He smiled helplessly and raised his palm.

Acnologia, the black dragon who was stealing food, was completely unaware that a nebula the size of a galaxy was rising around him.

He was far too insignificant.

Macroscopic perception is completely inaccessible.

He only stopped when the previously quiet stars in his field of vision suddenly began to move.

"What is this?" he asked, somewhat confused.

He couldn't comprehend these changes in this completely unfamiliar region.

But soon, he stood frozen in place, dumbfounded.

The countless stars gradually gathered and converged, quietly forming a face.

Then, its body and limbs were sculpted by the stars, and a gravitational force lifted the black dragon.

Zhou Lan looked at the black dragon with great interest.

"Still want to eat?" He couldn't hold back any longer.

Black Dragon was completely dumbfounded. How could he not recognize this face?

But the problem is, even after all this, he still can't escape the other party's grasp.

He looked around in bewilderment. This body, created by the stars, was terrifyingly large. In the far distance around him stood five glittering celestial pillars.

Those are the fingers of this nebula-like body.

The black dragon lay prostrate in the vast palm of the nebula, bowing its head and remaining silent.

His heart was like a void filled with fear; he couldn't speak, and he couldn't even muster the will to move.

Just who is this person standing before me?

And where did he escape to?

"You are honored to witness this scene."

As soon as he finished speaking, five pillars of heaven collapsed towards his palm, and Zhou Lan closed his hands together.

Chapter 297 Disparity

Not surprisingly.

Black Dragon Acnologia lost.

The immense power forced him to close his eyes, and what awaited him was indeed something more terrifying than death, just as he had imagined.

The original world.

Zhou Lan looked at the tiny black dragon curled up in her palm and couldn't help but smile.

In hell, a distorted wave swept through.

As the spell was released, Zhou Lan's aura of lunar demonic energy entered Hell.

This scene caused the remaining three demons in hell to stop and stare blankly at the blood-red sky above hell.

“It’s Cursed Blue…” Zhong Su groaned.

“That’s right, it seems we have another chance.” Xiaofeng felt a little nervous.

"Boss, he's back. Who is it this time?" Ximu soared through the sky and landed on a stone platform.

As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible force acted on him, pushing him.

"Yes..." Ximu's eyes lit up instantly, unable to contain his joy, "Me!!!"

as predicted.

He suddenly felt a sense of rejection coming from all directions around him.

That unseen force pushed him away until Xiaofeng and Zhongsu's figures grew farther and farther away in his eyes, until they became invisible.

"It's finally here! We've finally waited for this day!" Ximu shouted excitedly.

"It belongs to me, my freedom!"

His vision shifted, and he sat on the ground, looking up at the vast blue sky, slightly dazed.

“Ah, sky, we have been separated for so long... We have finally waited for this day…” Ximu murmured.

Having been sealed in hell for millions of years, which demon wouldn't want to escape?

But who can do that?

I never thought this day would finally come.

A feeling of being moved welled up in his heart, and he flapped his wings and leaped into the sky.

Light clouds like waves, sky as blue as the sea.

Ximu's figure moved tirelessly between the blue sky and white clouds, and he finally tasted the flavor of freedom.

This is true freedom, completely different from the freedom promised by past sages.

In the past, the Holy Lord's promises were too vague. Even if one could escape Hell, there was a high probability that one would be suppressed by righteous energy and sealed away again.

But Zhou Lan chose and pioneered a completely different path.

From then on, all demons will walk on the path he paved, without fear of losing their freedom again.

Ximu was very excited.

At this moment, Zhou Lan looked helplessly at her youngest brother, who was excitedly soaring in the sky.

"Could it be that he has really been driven mad by the wear and tear of hell?" He chuckled and sighed, but did not stop him.

We just waited quietly for Ximu to have his fill of fun.

After a long while, a dark shadow descended from the sky and landed on the ground beneath Zhou Lan's feet.

Ximu folded his wings and stared intently at Zhou Lan.

"Oh, my wise and mighty elder brother, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting a while," he said in a low voice.

"It's alright," Zhou Lan said calmly.

"Looks like we have something else to do?" Ximu looked around. "This world has changed so much, I almost don't recognize it anymore."

"There's no need to get to know it again, because we're going somewhere else."

"Another place?" Ximu took flight again. "Excellent, I'm very interested!"

His image was reflected in Zhou Lan's eyes.

The power of the Heavenly Demon Ximu is now almost completely clear to him.

It was almost exactly what he had originally thought.

Ximu's magic power is currently very weak, and his demonic energy is extremely low. It's hard to imagine what kind of spell he could release in such a state.

As for his physique, he appeared rather thin.

This must be the weakest and lowest point in the history of the mighty Heavenly Demon.

To be honest, aside from his demonic nature, he is no match for the black dragon Acnologia that Zhou Lan just defeated.

With a sigh, Zhou Lan reached out and pulled west Mu to her side.

"What's wrong, boss?" Ximu asked happily.

"How much do you remember about the curse?" Zhou Lan asked.

He wanted to try to understand Ximu's current situation in more detail.

"A curse?" Ximu asked in confusion. "I...remember a little bit?"

Zhou Lan: "For example?"

"I control the sky, and I still remember some of the magic that can change the weather."

As he spoke, Ximu himself began to become curious.

Having been sealed away in hell for millions of years, what level can he reach now?

He stood on the ground, stretching his claws upwards.

In an instant, a surge of demonic energy rushed toward the sky.

"Let me see, let it rain then," Ximu said loudly.

Changing the world is his most basic ability as a demon of heaven.

At his peak, he could influence the celestial phenomena of the entire world and change everything above him at will.

It would be easy to turn this world into a hellish place, shrouded in a blood-red sky.

Demonic energy rose into the sky, and several wisps of dark clouds rushed in, gathering at the top of Ximutou.

"Here it comes! My power!" Ximu exclaimed excitedly.

Zhou Lan calmly observed the scene.

Dark clouds gradually gathered, looming overhead; lightning flashed, and rain began to fall.

Ximu succeeded.

But he couldn't be happy.

Rainwater, no more than ten meters in diameter, poured down on him, just enough to envelop him completely.

It's hard to imagine how the former demon of heaven could have been weakened to this extent.

Ximu, soaked in the rain, immediately lost his spirit and became dejected.

"Oh, damn it," he muttered weakly.

It then angrily rushed into the sky, smashing the dark clouds apart.

"My mood is as bad as these clouds right now," Ximu said through gritted teeth as he landed back on the ground.

"Wait a minute, boss, are you laughing?" west Mu suddenly looked at Zhou Lan.

"I didn't," Zhou Lan said seriously, suppressing her smile.

“These hateful bastards! I’ve forgotten everything I’ve been in hell!” Ximu roared.

"At least you can still fly, can't you?"

"All I can do now is fly!" Ximu clenched his claws. He felt terrible, as if he had fallen from the sky to the mortal world.

"My magic, damn it, I can't remember any of it!" He pounded his head.

In terms of magical skill, he used to be almost on par with Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord.

Now all I can do is summon a little rain to get myself wet.

The contrast is too great, and it's too much of a blow to the devil.

"No! I must get everything back!" Ximu roared to the sky, "My magic!"

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Zhou Lan smiled and pointed to open the door that led through the passage.

“I believe in your talent, my brother. You will remember the magic of the past, and... new magic.”

"I look forward to that day, let's go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ximu flapped its wings and plunged into the doorway.