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

What's even more important, and what makes Han Xiangzi feel even more desperate, is that from the very first moment he appeared, he could sense that the world was not on his side.

He was like a lone wolf, appearing all alone, facing the wrath of the entire world.

It's like a long-distance race; how can someone running against the wind beat someone running with the wind at their back?

In his hand, the magic weapon had already shattered into several pieces.

He finally let out a long sigh, no longer struggling to hold on, and let Ximu's claws press down on him.

A rumble came from the ground, and Ximu raised his hand, his claws gripping Han Xiangzi's body.

“I can feel that he’s much weaker than before,” west Mu said, gripping Han Xiangzi’s hand and speaking to Zhou Lan in the distance.

Normally, his magic power within the Azure Sky Codex had not been fully analyzed, but Han Xiangzi was the first to give out.

west Mu looked at Zhou Lan with a puzzled expression.

Beside him, the Holy Lord crossed his arms and sneered, "Right now, the immortal gods rely on this world itself more than we do."

"So?" Ximu asked, puzzled.

The Holy Lord grinned, looked at Zhou Lan, and said with a smile, "Don't you even know who saved this world? And whose territory is this now?"

“My brother, you still don’t understand, the wind has already turned.”

Chapter 393 A Brother's Concern

As the Holy Lord spoke, he casually pointed.

Zhou Lan also tacitly released the binding spell.

Ximu then followed his two older brothers, bewildered, to unleash the spell.

As demonic energy returned, his lost magic also returned like a tidal wave.

Immediately afterwards, he released two new streams of magic, which tightly surrounded the binding spell.

Zhou Lan glanced at it but didn't say anything.

The curses of the three demons enveloped Han Xiangzi, obliterating his physical body and power, and binding his soul.

An inverted scroll unfurled from bottom to top, and the crimson gates of hell opened.

Ximu took one last look at Han Xiangzi before throwing him toward the gates of hell.

The defeated immortal god had no chance of resistance.

But he remained remarkably calm.

The soul stood serenely within the curse, its face expressionless, as if it had long anticipated this outcome.

"Hell..." Han Xiangzi gazed at the approaching gates of hell, "I wonder what kind of scene lies inside."

"You seem quite relaxed." Zhou Lan smiled, as gravity pushed him into the embrace of the gates of hell.

The scroll was closed, marking the end of Han Xiangzi's story.

Wanting to get out is now impossible.

After subduing Han Xiangzi, Ximu also withdrew from its gigantic state and returned to its original appearance.

He complained, "He was so nonchalant, making me feel like I was being unreasonable."

“How could that be?” Zhou Lan said calmly. “We’ve all seen it.”

While it may seem carefree, even the most despicable playwright wouldn't dare write such a script if past grievances were simply set aside.

It's simply a matter of paying back all the suffering they endured in the past.

On the other side, a ball of light suddenly plunged into hell.

Han Xiangzi's soul sat cross-legged within the sphere of light that imprisoned the magic spell, peacefully gazing around.

He knows about hell, but only about what is outside of it.

This is the first time I've ever been there in person. Aside from losers, no one would come to this godforsaken place, not even for a glance.

That's why he understood even more clearly what entering this place truly meant.

"Never to live again" is already an attempt to comfort oneself.

There is no sky or earth here, and no boundaries like in the outside world; it's more like a chaotic void.

Lightning flashed in the distance, its flickering light illuminating a massive figure.

"It seems the Thunder Demon has not yet escaped," Han Xiangzi thought to himself.

As someone who lives in complete isolation, it is only now that he can see some of the realities.

Just then, a gentle breeze propelled him toward the lightning.

Han Xiangzi paused, then suddenly realized, "The Demon of the Wind is also here."

His soul drifted toward the distant turmoil.

Apart from that, he did not sense any other demonic energy along the way.

"It seems that the eight demons have almost all escaped," Han Xiangzi sighed.

So, what replaces it is...

Han Xiangzi dared not think about it further.

But as he passed a huge stone platform, he discovered two disheveled figures in the shadows behind it.

The figure looked somewhat different from usual, yet it was incredibly familiar; how could Han Xiangzi not recognize it?

“Lü Dongbin, Tieguai Li? You two—” Han Xiangzi called out hurriedly.

"Shh—" Before Lü Dongbin could even feel anything upon seeing Han Xiangzi's soul, his expression changed drastically upon hearing the other speak, and he quickly signaled him to shut up.

Han Xiangzi immediately understood.

One of his two colleagues still had a physical body, though he appeared to have lost his power. The other was exactly like him, also a ball of light, and was being held by Lü Dongbin so that he wouldn't be separated from him.

These two colleagues, if they're not hiding, then what is their purpose?

Han Xiangzi understood.

He simply turned his gaze away and continued looking at the lightning.

In the distance, a look of gloom flashed across Lü Dongbin's face. He sighed, "I can't help you, fellow Daoist."

In an instant, lightning flashed.

The stone platform where he was hiding was struck by a lightning spear and instantly shattered into dust.

Zhong Su, carrying a gleaming lightning bolt, strode towards them, shouting angrily, "Found you, you insects!"

"Run!" Lü Dongbin grabbed Tieguai Li by the hand and fled quickly into the distance.

He had lost all his strength, and running away was the only thing he could do.

Moreover, given Zhong Su's volatile temper, once caught by him, no one would want to experience that electric shock torture a second time.

"Don't rush, let me see, there's a new guy here." A voice rang out behind Zhong Su.

As the wind picked up, it carried Han Xiangzi's ball of light toward Xiaofeng.

"Oh? Looks like we're one step closer." Zhong Su snorted coldly, glancing at the two tiny black figures darting away in his line of sight. "Hmph, you'd better pray I don't find you again, you hide-and-seek insects!"

Immediately, both demons turned their gazes toward Han Xiangzi.

Han Xiangzi also looked in that direction.

Xiaofeng and Zhongsu's figures were simply too enormous in his soul form.

The howling wind is manageable, but the Sino-Soviet conflict...

Looking at the lightning that was gathered but not dispersed in the other party's hand, even Han Xiangzi couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Everyone knows that the Soviet Union was arrogant and irritable. It has been like this for millions of years, but after being worn down by hell, its temper seems to have become even worse.

"What a coincidence, we meet again." Xiaofeng said to Han Xiangzi with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, it's been so long since we last met, I've almost forgotten," Han Xiangzi replied matter-of-factly.

"No, how could you forget? It is we who should forget, this damned hell!" Zhong Su roared, his spear becoming even more solid.

The next second he started contradicting himself: "No, we can't forget either, no one can forget! No one..."

Han Xiangzi's heart tightened when he heard Zhong Su speak.

He's only good at dealing with reasonable people, like Zhou Lan.

If the two were to face each other alone, they might even brew a pot of tea, chat politely on the surface, and then confront each other.

That's exactly what Zhou Lan did to He Xiangu.

But in cases like the Sino-Soviet Union, Han Xiangzi suddenly felt that he was acting a bit neurotic.

It was at this moment that he suddenly understood the reason for Lü Dongbin and Tieguai Li's behavior earlier.

So, all the other demons ran away, leaving only a warden behind?

"Very good, you even brought us a gift." Xiaofeng's gaze fell on the magic spell next to Han Xiangzi.

The outer layer of the spell was imbued with Ximu's aura, the magical power that Ximu released along with the spell.

Xiaofeng and Zhongsu reached out together and collected the magic power that Ximu had left on Han Xiangzi's curse.

Two beams of light surged into their bodies, and Xiaofeng and Zhongsu couldn't help but show a look of satisfaction on their faces.

“Ximu… he still cares about us.” Xiaofeng’s expression was touched.

The magic attached to the spell is the magic that Nishiki obtained from the Fairy Tail world.

Now that Han Xiangzi has brought it in, it's not just a signal, but also a simple form of assistance.

"Hmph." Zhong Su turned his head away. "Better than that bastard, Holy Lord."

Chapter 394 The Position of Xunfeng

hell.

The two demons absorbed the younger brother's gift.

The wind and lightning magic from another world, though not abundant, held a more profound meaning of comfort than the magic itself.

This implies a certain kind of concern.

Ximu has left Hell, but this kid hasn't forgotten them.

“We… will be there soon too,” Xiaofeng said in a low voice.

He looked up and gazed around, all he could see was blood red.

"I hope so." Zhong Su absorbed the lightning-attribute magic brought by Han Xiangzi, and his mood seemed to improve a little. He snorted and slapped Han Xiangzi's ball of light away.

"I wonder if the next one will be you or me?" Xiaofeng asked hesitantly.

In this vast hell, only the two of them remain now.

"Who knows?" The Sino-Soviet alliance softened its tone. "It's been too long, it doesn't seem like a little more time will make a difference."

“Yes.” Xiaofeng nestled on the stone platform and blinked.

“If I had a choice, I would prefer that you go out first,” he suddenly said.

“Me? Heh.” Zhong Su said dryly.

“That’s right.” Xiaofeng looked at his hands, his gaze slightly unfocused. “Every one of us demons has lost something in Hell, more or less.”

"But compared to you, I am actually the demon who suffered the least damage. In the past, when you were arguing with each other because of the Holy Lord, I could only feel unbearable pain in my heart," Xiaofeng said as if in a murmur.

The Chinese and Soviet sides listened in silence.

“I don’t understand why either. Perhaps it’s due to some special ability of mine. On the contrary, I still cherish our past and the meaning of brotherhood and sisterhood in my heart,” Xiaofeng continued.

"If I were the first to get out instead of Zhou Lan, I would also find a way to release you all together."

He spoke slowly, and even at this moment of impending success, there was no trace of hindsight in his words.

Because in the past, in that timeline where the siblings were torn apart, that's exactly what he did.