Zongman: Starting from the Chaos Orb

The Spiral Hall is easy for Dongfang Zang to conquer, but the Summit Court is a bit difficult to deal with. They always evade the question and their style is rather old-fashioned. It is really a bunch of old stubborn people.

It took Dongfang Zang a whole year because he was unwilling to share the magic of the Age of Gods and the ancient books.

In the end, Dongfang Zang was forced into a corner and directly locked up dozens of immortals in Tianzhiyu. Then came the popular scene of Calabash Brothers saving his grandfather. In the end, all the judge-level magicians were beaten up by Dongfang Zang.

Then he became obedient. Dongfang Zang, who successfully entered the summit court, only took but did not give, and completely ignored the resentful looks of these old men.

The harvest this time was simply tremendous. Many of the ancient Eastern magic tricks were so great that even Dongfang Zang could not understand them in a short period of time. They were filled with a lot of understanding of Tao.

Moreover, most of them are large-scale formations, and the daily deduction work makes Dongfang Zang feel a little dizzy.

However, the Summit Court does have many records and speculations about the Origin, but strictly speaking, no one in the Summit Court has ever seen the Origin.

They are people who have been completely abandoned by their roots. These so-called immortals dare not even step out of Shenzhou because they are too powerful and all their actions will have immeasurable impact on the world.

Maybe an immortal goes out to eat a small cake, and then is wiped out by the root when he comes back. These are all possible. Everyone's behavior is extremely cautious. Maybe an unintentional action will cause a crisis of world destruction in the future.

In their words, this is called cause and effect, but no one can handle cause and effect.

But the root doesn't care about that. It doesn't care whether you are good or bad. As long as the world collapses at some point in the future because of you, it will wipe you out in advance.

Dongfang Zang couldn't help but feel sad for these old men, because according to this logic, the final outcome of this group of people would be to be wiped out, it was just a matter of time.

After all, how can people not make mistakes? How can people not think about action after being still for a long time?

In other words, the Type-Moon world has a clear upper limit to its strength. Once it reaches the level of Baozhu Weng or Zhu Yue, that's the limit.

If you were a little bit more powerful, or did something.

The source must have to say to you: Sorry, you are dead. I can't sleep unless you die.

But it’s okay. Now that Dongfang Zang is here, Qingtian is also here. He is here to get to the bottom of the matter.

......

Time flies, and nine years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In a seaside villa in Shenzhou, Dongfang Zang is sitting leisurely on the balcony at this moment, holding an ancient book in his hand and reading it carefully. The sunlight shines on him, outlining a peaceful and comfortable picture.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps, a pair of white arms stretched out from behind him and gently wrapped around his neck.

The action was gentle and intimate, with a strong feeling of attachment and dependence.

"My dear, Grandfather has taken Avalon. He wants us to go back. The Holy Grail War is about to begin."

"Yeah..."

Dongfang Zang slowly closed the book, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand and gently stroked Irisviel's smooth and tender arm, his eyes looking at the distant coastline.

After a moment of hesitation, he slowly shook his head.

"Have him send Avalon to Fuyuki City. There's no need to go all the way to Germany. Besides, it's almost time. We need to head to Neon now."

After nine years of precipitation, Alice's temperament has become more quiet and dignified, and her every gesture is elegant and generous.

Although she still reveals a playful and cute side occasionally, her daily interactions with Dongfang Zang are more like those of a couple who support each other.

The days are warm and peaceful, but after a long time, it is inevitable that you will feel that there are fewer waves and a little dull.

This inevitably made Irisviel feel a little bored. She was still very much looking forward to the Holy Grail War, but when she heard that Toushizo was going to Fuyuki City now, she still seemed a little surprised and stunned.

"Why? There's still six months left to meet the 60-year requirement."

"Heh... go save a little loli."

Dongfang Zang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and answered with a smile.

......

Fuyuki City, Matou Mansion.

A black car slowly drove into the vast mansion, which exuded a sense of ancient simplicity and mystery. After the car stopped, a little girl about six years old stepped out.

She has beautiful short black hair and looks cute and well-behaved, but at this moment, her expression reveals a hint of nervousness and fear.

As soon as she got off the car, the old man following behind her grabbed her hand.

The sudden touch made the little girl tremble all over. She subconsciously lowered her head slightly and didn't dare to look at the old man at all, as if the person in front of her was a terrible monster.

Accompanied by a low, hoarse, strange laugh, the sound was like the sound of an old bellows being pulled, which made people feel creepy.

I saw Matou Zouken, who looked like a dried corpse, with his back hunched over. His body was so bent that it seemed as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, and with a half-forced look, he pulled Sakura Tousaka towards Matou's house. He looked really creepy.

As the two entered the mansion, someone was already waiting in the huge and luxurious living room.

"Ok?"

This sudden change made Zouken Matou stop in his tracks. He slowly turned his head and looked towards the living room.

I saw a man and a woman sitting there. Both of them had long snow-white hair. Under the light of the living room, they exuded a soft and mysterious luster. Coupled with their pair of crystal clear eyes like rubies, they looked otherworldly, as if they were gods who walked out of a myth.

The devil-like Zouken Matou in front of him formed a sharp contrast with these perfect men and women.

Under Irisviel's gaze, Zouken Matou looked just like the devil depicted in mythology.

He was hunched over with his back hunched high, as if he was carrying a huge burden.

His hair was sparse and messy, like a wasteland overgrown with weeds, lifeless.

The face was the most terrifying, with sunken eye sockets and cloudy and yellow eyeballs, like two candles that were about to go out, emitting a creepy light in the deep eye sockets.

The nose had almost shriveled up, leaving only two dark holes.

The mouth looked like a gaping wound, with dry and bloodless lips, broken teeth, and a disgusting black stain. It seemed as if one could smell a foul odor emanating from the dark mouth.

Although Irisviel was a woman who respected the elderly and loved the young, the other person's appearance still made her frown involuntarily, and there was even a hint of disgust in the depths of her eyes.