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

Zhou Lan rolled up her sleeves: "I'll introduce you to a guy later. I believe he'll be interested if there's any news about other runes in the future."

As she spoke, Zhou Lan added, "He's my brother, and he's very reliable."

Ryze nodded silently.

At this moment, he wasn't sad, much less happy; he just felt a little empty inside.

He had spent his entire life working tirelessly for runes, and now that Zhou Lan had taken all those achievements, it was hard for him not to feel down.

However, when he wanted to remind the other party to pay attention to the power of the runes, he couldn't bring himself to speak up when he thought of Zhou Lan's strength.

I guess I'm getting old, and I'm just too busy and tired.

Zhou Lan glanced at him, but didn't seem to intend to comfort him; he had already given her enough face.

The next second, his figure disappeared into the anti-magic stone forest, and he slowly floated down from the sky above Piltover.

Beneath their feet, a figure had been waiting for a long time.

"You're back!" A gentle breeze pushed aside the high-ranking officials of Piltover who were surrounding Xiaofeng, making way for them.

Xiaofeng quickly came to Zhou Lan's side.

He was getting a little irritated.

The rise in the terrain of Zaun has undoubtedly brought a lot of trouble, especially to these former high-ranking and key figures of Piltover.

Sending the lower city directly to the neighboring city of Piltover is simply unimaginable.

The problem is that not only did this happen, but they also have to consider how to get along with Zaun in the future.

Things are different now; there is no bridge separating the two cities now.

Even from a high vantage point, one can clearly see the ordinary people eagerly waiting on the streets of Zuan.

But Xiaofeng didn't care about any of that; getting along and how to get along was their business.

As someone who is now practically the rightful god, he only needs to issue general commands.

Now that Zhou Lan has returned, he can finally squeeze through the noisy crowd and spend some time alone with his brother.

"Looks like you're not exactly free either," Zhou Lan said with a smile after dismissing everyone.

Xiaofeng nodded in deep agreement, and said helplessly, "It seems that I'm still too good-tempered."

“This is your own choice,” Zhou Lan said.

"Let's not talk about that." Xiaofeng shook his head. "What were you doing just now?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Lan changed the subject, reaching her slightly thin hand into her sleeve and saying earnestly, "Even that Holy Lord remembered to prepare a gift for you, so how could I forget yours?"

Upon hearing Zhou Lan's words, Xiao Feng's eyes lit up with anticipation.

“This power is quite strong for you right now, and it’s not easy to control, but there’s no need to worry too much. I will seal it slightly, and you can gradually adapt to it after you retrieve the demonic energy.” Zhou Lan slowly withdrew her hand and explained.

At this point, Xiaofeng's expression of anticipation deepened.

Until Zhou Lan fully extended his hand and opened his palm, the world runes of various shapes and colors, along with the wild runes that Zhou Lan had already subdued, transformed into a five-colored stream of light and fell into Xiao Feng's arms.

He quickly accepted it.

The next second, these runes seemed to burrow into Xiaofeng's body, branding his skin.

"Runes, you can also think of them as the most fundamental power in this world. Almost all the most powerful runes are here, except for Enlightenment..."

“But with these runes by your side, you can find them yourself in the future, including other smaller runes besides Enlightenment,” Zhou Lan said with a smile. “I have to leave you something to do.”

As immense power flowed into his body, Xiaofeng instantly felt refreshed and invigorated.

This power far exceeded what he had seen before, and it was truly a great gift.

In that instant, he felt as if he had reached the summit, his vision expanding infinitely high—this was the power brought by the runes.

At that moment, all the powerful figures in the universe were swept over by a single gaze.

Numerous subtle, delicate lines were faintly visible in Xiaofeng's perception.

Unsurprisingly, those were other runes scattered around the world, and he could now sense their presence.

Xiaofeng withdrew his gaze and looked solemnly at Zhou Lan, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.

"Don't thank me, it's just a small gift," Zhou Lan smiled.

He put his hands behind his back and said in a low voice, "Now, the world and the territory are ready for you, and the power has returned to your body. How you develop in this world in the future is up to you."

Xiaofeng seemed to realize something and nodded slightly.

"So, it's about time to settle this score with you, and also our last grudge."

Zhou Lan spoke casually, but to Xiao Feng, it carried a hint of etherealness.

He understood what Zhou Lan meant.

As the last demon to be released from prison, his final grudge was against his past enemies.

For Zhou Lan, and for his elder brother, the Moon Demon, only after this matter is resolved can the eight brothers and sisters truly be of one mind and free from their different bodies.

Only then was the responsibility that had been weighing on the shoulders of this lunar demon truly lifted.

Now, the eight demons have all gone their separate ways.

The future belongs to them; it was destined long ago, and it has already been written in the efforts of the Moon Demon.

As Xiaofeng pondered the meaning of this, he couldn't help but think of it.

Does this mean that it's finally time for my brother to get a long-awaited rest?

Xiao Feng's eyes flickered, and a golden light shone into his eyes—the light from the portal.

He blinked and couldn't help but sigh, "Truly...a golden age, brother..."

His gaze fell on Zhou Lan's fluttering clothes, then on her profile as she turned her head, and on that smile.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time," Zhou Lan said gently.

He moved slowly through the air, his head slightly lowered, his voice unhurried as he softly chanted:

"A promise made millions of years ago, in a hell of utter despair..."

“I remember,” Xiaofeng said decisively, raising his face.

Chapter 491 Just...wait a little while

The original world.

Zhou Lan and Xiao Feng stood proudly in this place.

For some reason, the wind here suddenly became bleak, carrying a faint chill.

Without speaking, Xiaofeng slowly inhaled, his lips slightly pursed. In an instant, the world changed color, and his demonic energy surged back to its master.

This is the last remaining demonic energy in this world.

This is the last demon.

As wisps of demonic energy from all over the world flowed into the sea and into the bodies of their masters, it also heralded the complete return of the Wind Demon.

Peak, a word we haven't heard in a long time.

Behind Zhou Lan, Xiao Feng, who had finally returned to his peak, had a neutral expression. Above them, the wind and clouds gathered, foreshadowing a major event.

"They're here," Zhou Lan whispered a reminder.

As soon as he finished speaking, a folding fan flew in from the end of his line of sight, spinning around in the sky.

The two demons' gazes followed the folding fan as it moved, until finally, the fan fell into the palm of an immortal.

The immortal held the folding fan in her jade-like hand and elegantly folded it up with a flick of her wrist.

My gaze shifted again.

The immortal god Han Zhongli had already appeared before them.

He stood suspended in the sky, his eyes gazing serenely ahead.

"A single night can bring about a dramatic change, and a thousand years have passed in the courtyard. I wonder where my old friend has gone..."

With a sigh, Han Zhongli began to recite: "Originally, it was romance, now it appears here."

"Gentlemen, it's been a long time."

"Not long." Xiaofeng shifted his gaze from the folding fan in Han Zhongli's hand to his calm face.

"Hehe." Han Zhongli chuckled softly, tapping his folding fan between his palms. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with a smile, "Perhaps it's finally my turn?"

Zhou Lan nodded, while Xiao Feng said indifferently, "It seems you already know."

“Of course.” Han Zhongli nodded, looking up at the sky. “The world has changed. When I appeared, I was shocked to find it empty. It turns out that all the demons have already been released. I’m sure my colleagues have already fallen into your trap.”

"I just never expected that I would be the last one."

Han Zhongli sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Xiaofeng didn't bother with flowery language; he simply said calmly, "You're the only one left. Your luck is terrible."

"Why do you say that?" Han Zhongli smiled.

Xiaofeng said, "You have too many enemies and too few helpers. There is a place for you in hell."

"I see." Han Zhongli suddenly realized, and laughed heartily, "Using their own methods against them, excellent, excellent!"

"Are you about to surrender?" Xiaofeng glanced at him sideways.

"Surrender? No." Han Zhongli's tone suddenly became resolute. "How could I not know that there's no way to reverse the situation now..."

He raised his hand in a moment of confusion, his eyes filled with divine light, and said wistfully, "But immortals have their dignity; allow me to make one last struggle."

"You all may all appear here, hahaha, it wouldn't hurt to see me off!"

A surge of heroic spirit suddenly welled up within him, and he shouted proudly.

Xiao Feng immediately looked to the side, and in his line of sight, Zhou Lan nodded slightly and took a step forward.

"I've also been thinking that this last resort should lead to shared prosperity, and you, you are quite fortunate."

Since Han Zhongli already knew there was no way to reverse the situation, he compared the defeat to a farewell, which was exactly the same as Zhou Lan's original thoughts.

"Please." Han Zhongli bowed and extended his hand.

Zhou Lan pointed his finger, and a golden gate appeared instantly. He called out, "west Mu."

"I am here." The Heavenly Demon slowly flapped its wings and flew out, standing on the left.

“Earthly King.” Another golden gate appeared as the voice spoke.

"I'm here."

"Bazaar".

"Sorry to keep you waiting." A stream of water gushed out.

"China and the Soviet Union," Zhou Lan called again.

"The moment has finally come." Lightning flashed and burst through the door, and the Thunder Demon sighed.

"Bo Gang".

As soon as he finished speaking, the largest door opened, and a finger blocked everyone's heads, and darkness fell instantly.

At this moment, Zhou Lan turned around and called out one last time, "Divine Capital."

A burst of fire erupted from a distance, hurtling towards Zhou Lan and landing behind her.

"Always available," the Holy Lord replied sincerely.

“Howling Wind.” Zhou Lan finally turned to look at the Wind Demon beside her, smiled, and said, “You are the last one. Now, all your brothers and sisters will witness your freedom.”

"It would be my honor." Xiaofeng nodded heavily.

Thus, the eight demons, their imposing presence reaching to the heavens and the earth, stood in a line, and even without them taking any action, the world churned under their aura.

Eight pairs of eyes turned to Han Zhongli.

It's impossible not to be nervous.

Even though Han Zhongli had anticipated this scene, who could remain unmoved when it actually happened?