The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

"This place is so remote that even wild animals could not possibly camouflage their paths so perfectly."

Zhao Haoxuan squatted down, his fingertips brushing against a barely perceptible mark on the ground, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.

"There are footprints in the grass... Oh no! Yin Yingzi and the others must have gotten here before us! Grandfather and Father... are in danger!"

That low growl, like an invisible string, instantly tightened everyone's nerves.

"There's no time to lose, we must go in this way immediately! Everyone, full alert!" Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Xinyao shouted, "Go!"

Everyone held their breath and quickly made their way along the narrow path that was almost blending into the decaying leaves and mud.

Their steps were extremely light, yet their speed was by no means slow; each person was like a taut bowstring.

The deeper you go, the more damp and cold the surrounding air becomes.

The light was blocked by layers of branches and leaves, and an unsettling, invisible sense of oppression surged from the heart of the forest like a tide.

Zhao Haoxuan, who was walking at the front, suddenly raised his hand, signaling to stop.

He lowered his body and said in a serious voice, "Look ahead!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and were shocked—the scene changed drastically just a few dozen steps ahead!

All the trees, from branches and leaves to trunks, were a deathly, pitch-black color, as if they had been burned by the fires of hell and soaked in eternal despair.

This eerie black forest was shrouded in a thin gray mist, utterly silent, not even a whisper of wind or the chirping of insects could be heard, a deathly stillness that sent chills down one's spine.

“This is it!” Yin Zhizi’s voice trembled slightly, but she was extremely certain.

"It's exactly as Yin Yingzi described back then! The entrance to the Dark Land must be behind this Black Forest!"

Zhao Haoxuan took a deep breath of the cold, decaying air.

He could clearly sense that the source of that dark, immense, and suffocating pressure was lurking in the deepest part of this black forest.

"Prepare for battle." Zhao Haoxuan slowly drew his dragon sword from his waist. The sword hummed softly, gleaming coldly in the dim light. "Everyone, be careful."

Wang Xinyao gripped the Phoenix Sword tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Yin Pingan silently lifted the sleeping baby on his back a little higher to make sure he wouldn't be startled awake.

Yin Zhizi also drew a dagger, her eyes resolute.

The group exchanged nods and, without further ado, resolutely stepped into the dark region that symbolized misfortune and death.

Deep within the cave, the site of the final battle.

Inside the cave, the black pool in front of Zhao Shun was boiling, constantly bubbling with black gas.

The sinister and manic laughter of the demon grew clearer and more unrestrained.

On the faces of Yin Yingzi, Zhao Yucheng, and Yin Ling'er, there was a sickly flush and the ecstatic joy of impending success.

"Yin Yingzi, stop! I beg you... He is not your father, Zhao Tian, ​​he is a demon! The Devouring Demon!"

For the sake of all the people, Zhao Shun had no choice but to set aside his imperial dignity, his voice hoarse with pleading.

However, this rare act of bowing her head only made Yin Yingzi more convinced that what she had done was absolutely right.

"Zhao Shun, admitting your mistake now? Too late!" she laughed shrilly. "Back then, I was in love with you, but you only saw me as your niece."

What kind of niece am I to you! I'm only five years younger than you!

Not only did you marry that old woman Luo Lan, but you also dared to fall in love with my father's princess, Lady Yu!

That Lady Yu is my mortal enemy; she killed my mother, the Empress!

“Your mother is the Snake Queen. She brought calamity to the people and deserved to die!” Zhao Shunqiang took a deep breath and retorted sharply.

"I don't care!" Yin Yingzi said, seemingly insane. "If you want me to stop, you'll have to tell me where that bastard child you had with Madam Yu is hiding. After I kill him with my own hands, perhaps... I might consider sparing your life!"

“That child…died at birth.” Zhao Shun’s face was ashen.

"Zhao Shun! You still want to lie to me even now?!" Yin Yingzi's face was twisted: "Madam Yu is a goddess, how could her child die so easily? You really won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

"Fine, if that's how it is, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Prepare to bear my father's wrath!" Before she finished speaking, she swallowed a red pill.

Her body expanded at a visible speed, and her spiritual energy surged around her.

Clearly, her cultivation level had been forcibly increased in a short period of time.

She unleashed both palms simultaneously, and an even more violent surge of spiritual energy poured into the Black Pool like a burst dam.

"Pfft—" Zhao Shun could no longer hold on, and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen: "Yin Yingzi! Stop! I order you to stop!"

But at this moment, Yin Yingzi was completely consumed by hatred and obsession, and turned a deaf ear to Zhao Shun's rebuke.

"Yes! That's it! Ying'er, you did a great job! Just one last step, just one last step! Hahaha!"

A demonic laugh echoed from the black pool, shaking the entire cave.

With a clear, shattering sound, like glass breaking, the last wisp of golden light around Zhao Shun was completely extinguished.

He collapsed to the ground, his breath weak.

"Boom!" A thick, inky black mist suddenly shot up from the black pool, instantly filling most of the cave.

The black mist quickly condensed, forming a blurry humanoid outline, which then became clear.

It was a middle-aged man with a sinister face, bloodshot eyes, and demonic energy swirling around him. Behind him, there was a short, thick snake tail covered with black scales!

"Heh...hehe...Zhao Shun, my good brother, how have you been?" The figure, or rather, the Devouring Demon Zhao Tian, ​​let out a strange laugh that mixed Zhao Tian's voice with some kind of ancient demonic sound.

Zhao Shun propped himself up with his hands, struggled to lift his head, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Zhao Tian... I only ask you, are you now a demon or a monster?"

"Guess?" Zhao Tian looked down at him teasingly.

"You devoured your lover, the snake king's demon core, formed a snake tail, and retained your demon body."

However, he practiced evil arts, drawing demonic energy into his body, and was eventually corrupted by the Demon Emperor's will.

"Now you are neither demon nor monster, yet you are both. Am I right?" Zhao Shun said, revealing the truth word by word.

"Hehe... Hahaha! As expected of my good royal brother, you can see through the truth just by guessing. You are so intelligent!"

Zhao Tian let out a wild laugh, the sound of which caused cracks to spread across the cave walls.

Yin Yingzi's expression changed drastically upon hearing this: "Father! You...you have truly become a demon? The demonic path is ruthless, severing the cycle of reincarnation, with no next life!"

"So what?" Zhao Tian abruptly stopped laughing, his crimson eyes coldly sweeping over Yin Yingzi: "I am the 'Devouring Demon,' and what I pursue is eternal life, to live as long as heaven and earth!"

"Mere reincarnation is nothing to me! I, the Emperor, will make the Three Realms bow down, and even more so, I will make the Heavenly Dao Laws serve my purposes!"

The red-robed saint standing to the side turned pale and trembled.

His greatest wish is to inherit the throne of the divine race and then marry either Wang Muyun or Wang Xinyao.

But now... what has he done?

He actually helped the legendary "Devouring Demon" who was said to be able to destroy the world escape.

When he was young, he heard the God Lord mention that the "Devouring Demon" was the king of the demon race. It was a terrifying existence that the Immortal Venerables and Immortal Emperors of the Three Heavens had to work together to barely seal it away!

With this demon appearing, wouldn't his dream of becoming a god and his grand ambitions for hegemony all vanish like bubbles?

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor," the red-robed holy son said, his voice trembling as he suppressed his fear.

"I...I have helped you escape. Could you please give me the antidote for the 'Bone Gu'? I will not get involved in your feud with Zhao Shun. I will leave immediately after receiving the antidote."

Zhao Tian, ​​the Devouring Demon, turned his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on him, and let out a low laugh.

“Hong’er, you are my son, you don’t need any antidote at all.”

'Bone Gu' is not a poison; it is merely a Gu that has awakened the dormant demonic bloodline within you.

Three years from now, you will have completed your transformation, and your power will far surpass what it is now.

"Demon... Demon bloodline?" The red-robed holy son was struck dumb, staggering backward: "You... what nonsense are you talking about! I am a holy son of the divine race, cultivating the dignified immortal path!"

Besides, you were sealed away for a thousand years, while I am only forty-five. How could I possibly be your son!

Zhao Tian's tone carried an unquestionable majesty: "Our demon race has difficulty producing offspring. You are the last demon egg that the Demon Queen risked her life to lay before I was imprisoned."

The Demon Queen fell at the hands of the Immortal Venerable. I, the Emperor, exhausted my last bit of magic power and sealed you, still a demon egg, in a cave on the edge of the battlefield between gods and demons, using the battlefield's aura to conceal your existence.

A thousand years later, the seal will break, and you will emerge from your shell. Thus, those damned Immortal Venerables and Immortal Emperors will no longer be able to sense your presence.

"No! Impossible! I am the Holy Son of the God Clan, raised in the God Realm, how could I be a demon!"

The red-robed saint roared, clutching his head, on the verge of collapse: "I want to marry Wang Muyun, and I want Wang Xinyao! If I am a demon, how can they even look at me! How can there be a place for me in this world!"

He sought not just power, but a status recognized by the celestial realm and revered by the mortal world.

“Hong’er, what’s wrong with the demon race? Power is the only eternal truth.” Zhao Tian’s tone was seductive: “As for women, as long as you like them, your father can capture them at any time and make them grovel at your feet, allowing you to take whatever you want.”

"No! I only want Wang Muyun and Wang Xinyao, not only their bodies, but also their hearts! I want them to serve me willingly!" the red-robed saint shouted.

"That will be even easier. Once your magic has transformed, I will pass on to you the supreme mind-control spell, making these two women devoted to you, so that they can continue to grow and produce more powerful offspring for our demon race."

"Really...really?" The red-robed saint's eyes flickered, his heart in turmoil.

On one hand, there's the unacceptable identity of a demon; on the other hand, the scene Zhao Tian describes is fatally attractive.

"My word is as good as gold," Zhao Tian said firmly.

“Father…Father Emperor,” Yin Yingzi began in a trembling voice, “Since you are the Demon Emperor…then, what about my father, Zhao Tian? Has his consciousness…been taken by you…”

The Devouring Demon turned his head, his facial muscles twitching, and instantly switched to Zhao Tian's slightly refined yet ambitious voice.