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

"As for you, my brother," Xiaofeng looked at Zhongsu, "you've been worn down too much. Even though Zhoulan once came to give you supplies, and even though Ximu just delivered a gift, I still doubt how much longer you can endure this."

Xiaofeng spoke to himself, seemingly expressing some kind of determination.

He remembered many things and was more capable of bearing burdens than other demons.

Those who are good at taking responsibility are always willing to take on more.

“I understand what you mean, but…” Zhong Su began to speak from the silence, “This is not a choice we can make.”

His crimson eyes swept across the room: "The longer I stay here, the more the thunder in my heart wants to roar, especially since these annoying insects are also floating in hell."

He gripped the Thunder Spear again, gritting his teeth as he said, "I'm starting to regret swatting that bug away. Now I have to find them again."

Upon hearing this, Xiaofeng let out a faint sigh.

In terms of sheer power, the combined forces of China and the Soviet Union were actually more violent and powerful than his.

However, the other party's ability to withstand wear and tear is far inferior to his.

I vaguely remember that although both China and the Soviet Union were violent in the past, they were more straightforward and proud, rather than being filled with destructive desires and venting emotions as they are now.

Even though both of them now understand that freedom is a foregone conclusion, the wait before dawn is the longest and most agonizing.

In a flash, Zhong Su had already charged out with lightning speed, chasing after the direction in which Han Xiangzi had been sent flying.

Standing alone on the stone platform of hell, Xiaofeng's face was dazed.

Just then, a phantom shadow flashed before his eyes, a phantom of a soul.

"Zhou Lan?" Xiao Feng hurriedly called out.

"It's me," the illusory figure replied. "I came to take a look."

"It seems Ximu is recovering well; he even has the leisure to send gifts in," Xiaofeng said with a grin.

“I stayed with him for a while, after all, among his siblings, he suffered the most damage,” Zhou Lan said slowly.

Xiaofeng nodded, as if he was thinking about something.

“Now, only Zhongsu and I are left,” he murmured.

“Yes, I promised, so you will definitely be free, it just takes some time, it just takes some waiting,” Zhou Lan replied. “I heard your conversation just now.”

"So you've been here all along." Xiaofeng suddenly realized.

He suddenly fell into deep thought. Were there many more times, like now, when Zhou Lan silently gazed at hell, but without uttering a sound?

Zhou Lan had overheard the conversation and was also aware of Xiao Feng's condition. With his current insight, he could easily tell that Xiao Feng's mental and emotional state was the most intact among the eight brothers and sisters.

Not only now, but also in the past timeline that Zhou Lan knew, when everyone else came out of the Gates of Hell, only Xiaofeng's first thought was to release his other brothers and sisters.

The others, mostly eager to continue ruling the world, have left everything else behind.

Even now, Xiaofeng is in much better condition than the other demons.

After a moment's thought, Zhou Lan guessed the general idea.

“I already have the answers to your questions and concerns,” Zhou Lan said to him.

Xiaofeng stared intently at Zhou Lan, waiting for his next words.

"If this entire hell is a crucible that constantly erodes wisdom, emotion, and power, then you, my brother, are born with an advantage over the rest of us. Even a thousand or ten thousand years from now, you will still be able to retain some semblance of clarity."

"Why?" Xiaofeng asked.

“Because you are the demon of the wind,” Zhou Lan said loudly. “In this furnace of hell, you are positioned in the Xun wind position, warding off the fire and seeking refuge.”

Zhou Lan explained slowly.

He looked towards hell, and if you look at it from a different perspective, it's actually quite simple.

Demons belong to the Bagua (Eight Trigrams), and the wind demon Xiaofeng is located in the Xun (Southeast) position.

In another story, when Laozi refined Sun Wukong in the Eight Trigrams Alchemy Furnace, the monkey hid from the flames in the Xun Palace.

This also explains why, among the eight demons, Howling Wind retained the most emotions and wisdom.

This hell is just like that alchemical furnace.

The so-called wear and tear is like an invisible fire burning.

If it weren't for Zhou Lan's efforts, perhaps after thousands of years, they would have been worn down to nothingness.

But Xiaofeng is definitely the one who can hold out until the very end.

The concept of the Eight Trigrams is a universal principle applicable to all worlds.

"I see." After hearing Zhou Lan's explanation, Xiao Feng suddenly understood. He murmured twice, then his tone suddenly became resolute:

"So, if possible, let's have the Sino-Soviet Union go next."

Chapter 395 It was discovered

“I can resist for a long time. This hell is better for me than for you.”

Xiaofeng seemed to have made a decision.

Seeing that Zhou Lan wanted to speak again, he decisively said, "It's just a little longer, it's fine, it's all the same."

Zhou Lan glanced at him.

Xiaofeng remained nestled on his stone platform, like an old pine tree that had stood for a thousand years and remained unmoved for ten thousand.

Zhou Lan could not understand his thoughts.

Who wouldn't want to escape from this hellish place as soon as possible?

"Actually, when you first came to me, you wanted me to leave first, right?" Xiaofeng looked at Zhou Lan with a knowing expression.

Zhou Lan didn't speak, she just nodded.

While they were talking, far away, China and the Soviet Union had already found something to vent their anger on.

Thunder and roars intertwined to create an unyielding boom that reverberated endlessly in hell.

"Let Zhongsu go first, I can stay longer," Xiaofeng said.

Seeing that he had made a decision, Zhou Lan no longer tried to force him.

He was silent for a moment, then said sadly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"However, this is actually good news for these immortals." Zhou Lan glanced at the few poor fellows in the distance who were being mercilessly electrocuted.

Unlike the Sino-Soviet Union, Xiaofeng was much more composed.

At least these immortal gods who later entered hell no longer need to live in fear and trepidation.

“As long as there is hope, there is nothing to worry about.” Xiaofeng suddenly said firmly, “And all of this…brother…is brought about by you.”

In an instant, Xiaofeng's scarlet gaze faded, revealing a hint of brilliance in his eyes.

Zhou Lan remained silent. His illusory soul, like a painting, was imprinted in hell and gradually began to fade.

Only at the very end did they completely disappear into hell.

There was another reason why he originally intended to leave the Sino-Soviet conflict for last.

As for the Sino-Soviet Union, Zhou Lan worried that the bad temper he had cultivated in hell would cause him to fight with the Holy Lord as soon as he was released from prison.

This rage and resentment stem partly from hell, and partly from the evil deeds of the Holy Lord in the past.

Zhou Lan instinctively didn't want to see this outcome, which is why she wanted to postpone it.

But now that Xiaofeng is willing to sacrifice himself, he has nothing more to say.

“This guy…” Zhou Lan’s soul returned from outside hell, and he murmured to himself.

Inside Hell, Zhong Su, wielding a thunder spear and radiating murderous intent, returned to Xiao Feng after venting his anger.

His face tightened, and he looked around, saying, "I smelled a familiar scent that doesn't belong here, though it was brief..."

“Zhou Lan just returned.” Xiao Feng remained unmoved and explained.

"Oh?! Why didn't he come to see me?" Zhong Su asked in a deep voice, "What did you two talk about behind my back?"

Xiaofeng paused for a moment before finally speaking, "He came to comfort me and decided to let you leave first."

"So that's how it is..." Zhong Su's tone suddenly softened, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"Don't worry, I won't be like that bastard Holy Lord. I'll bring you a gift after I get out," he assured him.

“The Holy Lord… he has always been like this, you don’t need to cause him any trouble,” Xiaofeng advised.

"Heh, heh." It sounded like two syllables popped out of Zhong Su's parched throat.

Outside of Hell.

The Holy Lord, who was lying in his mansion, suddenly got up and looked at Zhou Lan in front of him.

“I suddenly felt that someone was thinking of me,” he said. “I thought it was you, brother.”

"I don't have that kind of free time," Zhou Lan chuckled.

"Are you leaving again?" The Holy Lord sensed a sense of impending departure emanating from Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan nodded slightly and tapped her fingers lightly in front of her.

Golden light instantly illuminated the Holy Lord's face.

"I'm going to get something to replace the Sino-Soviet one," he said slowly.

"China and the Soviet Union?" The Holy Lord lay back down. "I miss another brother more."

He waved his hand: "I'll greet him when he comes out, maybe."

Seeing this, Zhou Lan shook her head helplessly.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that these two devils don't get along.

However, it's normal for even the closest brothers to have conflicts.

But Zhou Lan had no choice, facing the Thunder Demon Zhong Su and the Fire Demon Holy Lord.

These two guys, one of them is in hell with grievances and his temper has been worn down to an increasingly irritable state.

On the other hand, even Zhou Lan had to admit that what she had done in the past was indeed somewhat anthropomorphic, or rather, demonic.

Even Ximu is better; at least he still cares about her.

"That's it for now, we'll talk about it later." Zhou Lan rubbed her temples and flashed into the doorway.

He couldn't care less.

At worst, we can let the two of them fight after they come out. Anyway, they're both inside his body. If things don't work out, we can intervene.

but.

Speaking of "brothers," there is a pair of famous enemy brothers who are about to travel to and take over the power of China and the Soviet Union.

As her gaze swept across the golden light, a brand new world appeared before Zhou Lan's eyes.

His Taoist robes fluttered as he stood high in the vast sky.

The blue planet beneath our feet is undoubtedly Earth.

But the world and the story are completely different.

The moment the Moon Demon landed in the new world, just as it was about to search for what it wanted.

A circular portal, also golden and sparkling with golden sparks, suddenly appeared in front of him.

Through the portal, Zhou Lan smiled as she looked at the view on the opposite bank.

A woman dressed in a dark yellow mage's robe, with a pendant hanging from her chest, but with a bald head, stood proudly across the river, one hand behind her back, facing him.

"May I take this as an invitation?" Zhou Lan asked slowly, adjusting her sleeves.

"I need to understand whether you've come with good intentions or bad, outsider," the woman said, frowning and speaking with a puzzled expression.

This was the first time that Zhou Lan had been discovered and noticed as soon as she arrived.

“Interesting.” He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Chapter 396 I'm just here to pick up some things