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

But at this moment, at this final moment, it all turned into a long sigh from the mouth of this immortal god.

With a flick of his jade-like hand, a shattering sound immediately rang out.

He actually destroyed his own magical folding fan.

Fragments of the folding fan fell in a flurry, scattered by a gust of wind.

It felt like a rain shower.

In the rain, the last immortal god placed his hand on his chest, bowed, and sighed, "It is truly an honor to bid you farewell."

He immediately stood up and said with a smile, "Don't wait any longer, I've done my best."

Zhou Lan nodded gently in acknowledgment.

To his left and right, seven demons raised their hands and released their demonic energy, which struck Han Zhongli's body squarely and accurately.

His soul floated out, and the Holy Lord suddenly raised his hand, and the scroll appeared instantly.

Han Zhongli's soul flew into the inverted scroll without wavering.

It really did feel like a farewell.

However, this journey seems to be indefinitely postponed.

When the scroll closes, it disappears.

Zhou Lan's voice echoed between heaven and earth. He pondered and said, "From this day forward, I will forever close the gates of hell, and no one will be able to escape. Do you have any objections?"

"No objections!" the demons chorused.

"good!"

Zhou Lan clasped his hands together, and a wisp of dark light dissipated from between his palms. With a flick of his finger, the dark light shot straight into the sky and into the bright moon.

It seemed to create a ripple, but in the blink of an eye, it was silent again.

After doing all this, he looked a little tired, sighed, and looked back at the figures standing behind him.

As the wind picked up, his slender figure stood firmly in the air, his Taoist robe fluttering and rustling.

With hands outstretched, eyes slightly closed, weariness vanished from the gaze, replaced by a hint of joy and relief.

The demons waited silently, waiting for their only leader, waiting for the Moon Demon, waiting for their brother.

Zhou Lan's lips moved slightly as she murmured, "What did I say in the past?"

The demons exchanged glances, then turned their attention back to Zhou Lan.

They remembered the promise.

A promise, a difficult journey.

So he replied.

"The elders never lie; just... wait a little while."

Chapter 492 The Moon of All Heavens

"Has it been a long time...?"

Zhou Lan's gaze swept lightly over her brothers and sisters, meeting their eyes one by one, then passing by like moonlight, leaving no trace.

"All I remember are many worlds, where I carried responsibilities, like a mission, or like a journey..."

The Moon Demon has never changed.

He always wore that noble Taoist robe, just like his temperament and everything about him.

To save his seven other brothers and sisters, he went through many things, traveling from one world to another, constantly moving from one to another.

Now, this responsibility and burden have finally been lifted off his shoulders.

The feeling at this moment is neither light nor heavy.

His heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of calm.

Like the silent moon hanging high in the sky, shining on the world, without a word, without sound, and never changing.

This is his true nature.

"And one last thing," Zhou Lan said softly, pointing a finger at the golden gate as she looked at the other seven demons.

"Come with me and settle the future of the Earth God, then I can rest."

On one side of the door stood eight demons, one above and one below; on the other side, an endless cosmic expanse.

With this gesture, Zhou Lan directly set the anchor point in the world of the Earthly Demons, the old home of the Anti-Spiral Clan.

The seven demons' gazes were resolute, showing no sign of backing down.

"I will also give you one last gift," Zhou Lan murmured.

The demonic energy of the moon gathered in front of him, gradually solidifying into the shape of a rapidly spinning drill.

The dark light was pierced by the drill, and strands of light drifted toward the other six demons besides the Earth Demon.

Zhou Lan used herself as a catalyst, bringing them a new and unbreakable force that was attached to their will.

He shared his strength with his remaining brothers and sisters.

Spiral force.

The next moment, his true form vanished from the spot.

The view of Kinmen before my eyes expanded infinitely; the world seemed to move.

Unseen from view lies the cosmic body of the Moon Demon, which he has nurtured for a long time.

The Anti-Spiral Clan is the last crisis in the world of the Earthly Demon, but since Zhou Lan has already promised, he will not break his word.

Perhaps, even across countless worlds, there will never be another opponent like this in the future.

So this can be considered the last battle in which the eight demons worked together.

With Zhou Lan's help, the spiral force filled the bodies of all the demons, and one terrifying aura after another erupted.

The Cosmic Body took a step forward, leading its seven brothers and sisters into that harsh starry night.

Not long after Earth's fall following the Genji Breakthrough, the Anti-Spiral Clan, as the final boss, had indeed learned of the situation.

Surprisingly, their opponent came right to their doorstep.

One universe collides with another, and an unparalleled aura fills the cosmos.

This is an unprecedented opponent, and an unprecedented force.

Perhaps there is only one enemy, past and future, that can make eight demons work together to fight seriously.

They crossed the world and arrived here.

Suddenly, a huge humanoid black shadow rapidly expanded, becoming the same size as Zhou Lan's cosmic body. The shadow's arms stretched infinitely, pressing down on the cosmic body.

"You... are not the Spiral Clan, why?!" the shadowy figure roared.

"Because you're blocking my brother's path!" the Holy Lord roared, and a nebula rose from the stars, but that was still nothing.

The massive nebula rising overhead collapsed inwards in the next second, condensing into the shape of a blazing drill, and expanding rapidly at an immeasurable speed.

In terms of willpower, this dragon is second to none!

Behind Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord, five more drills shot into the sky. With the expansion of the spiral force, their true forms also grew rapidly until they could see Zhou Lan's shoulders and back.

Enraged, the dark figure reached out and pulled a galaxy-like universe from the side, throwing it at Zhou Lan.

The Anti-Spiral race has long since broken free from the constraints of a single universe.

The enemy he was facing at that moment was undoubtedly Zhou Lan.

The opponent's cosmic body expanded further, reaching a point where it was almost the same size as his.

The universe that was thrown into our lives carries immense power, but even the strongest power, when cultivated to its ultimate form, is ultimately nothing more than simple and unadorned.

That's how it is right now.

But looking at the Anti-Spiral Clan's cosmic shuriken, Zhou Lan remained calm and let it fly towards him.

The next moment, an even larger hand appeared out of thin air and grasped the universe, followed by an even larger, black, gaping maw.

"Thank you for the meal." Bo Gang swallowed the food in one gulp.

it's dark.

At this moment, the true form of the Mountain Demon Pogan was finally fully released. This was the first time she had revealed her true form to the outside world since Zhou Lan sent her to the world of Gourmet Hunter.

She was frighteningly large; even with the battlefield expanding to such an extent, it was almost impossible to see her in her entirety.

Two palms struck, firmly pressing down on the dark figure, ignoring its struggles.

At the edge of the horizon, seven drill bits spun wildly, poised to fire.

Zhou Lan made the first move, followed closely by her brothers and sisters.

One enormous drill bit after another drilled an endless wind tunnel through the universe, piercing through the chest of the shadowy figure.

It froze instantly.

As if frozen in place, a moment later, an explosion that shook the entire multiverse struck.

A cosmic wind swept past, passing over the shoulders of the eight demons.

What followed was an unparalleled silence.

Di Kui's eyes flickered as he looked at the back of the figure before him: "Brother..."

From then on, he had no more worries.

With her hands behind her back, Zhou Lan's figure gradually overlapped with the past in the eyes of the demons.

Whether it was high on the moon or fallen into hell, this silhouette has remained unchanged, never altered in the slightest.

Unwavering, steadfast despite the passage of time and the vicissitudes of life, it has never changed.

This is the elder brother among the eight great demons.

This is the Demon of the Moon.

Many words remained unspoken in the heart. Di Kui pondered them repeatedly, but he couldn't bring himself to express his gratitude, nor could the other demons.

Finally, the Holy Lord slowly took a step forward.

He understood his brother; what he needed wasn't gratitude. For him, and for all the demons, this was the perfect ending.

So, looking at that retreating figure, he shouted, "Brother, you can... rest now."

The remaining demons exchanged glances and cried out, "Brother, you can rest now!!!"

At this moment, Zhou Lan finally turned around and looked back.

He didn't say anything, but simply smiled gently, a slight upturn of his lips.

Golden gates appeared one after another, each with its own open passageway.

The seven demons returned to their own world, a world conquered by their elder brother, the Moon Demon.

Zhou Lan left.

In the eternal time that followed, he gained his own freedom.

The Fire Demon Capital, the original world;

Mountain Demon Pogan, Gourmet Hunter;

Basha, the Water Devil, One Piece;

Earth Demon, Di Kui, breaks through the Heavenly Origin;

Nishiki, the Devil of Heaven, Fairy Tail;

The Thunder Demon, Zhong Su, Marvel's Thor;

Howling Wind, the Demon of Wind, Runeterra...

When they returned to their territory, they suddenly looked up at the sky.

A bright, clear moon has been hanging high in the distance, its gentle, white light slowly sweeping down and softly caressing the mountains, rivers, and vegetation.