Demonic Dao Fanfiction: Protecting You from Worries for a Lifetime

Then, Chaoyang asked calmly and calmly, "When a friend comes from afar, why don't you just come out and meet him openly? Why do you have to hide and not dare to show yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a stunning man in a black robe, his long hair tied in a high bun, and a golden divine pattern between his brows, emerged from the corner. His face was unparalleled in its beauty, like an immortal stepping out of a painting. His eyes were deep and mysterious, as if they could see through people's hearts. His steps were light and graceful, as if each step was on the clouds, giving him a sense of otherworldliness.

The man smiled faintly, a smile that seemed to hold immense wisdom and experience. "Chaoyang, while the barrier you've set is strong, it's child's play for me." His words radiated a calm confidence.

Chaoyang frowned slightly. He could sense the powerful force field emanating from the other person, forcing him to reassess the strength of this uninvited guest. He took a deep breath, trying to find clues from the other person's words and actions to understand his intentions.

"In that case, why don't you just state your purpose?" Chaoyang's voice was filled with an unquestionable firmness.

The stunning man waved his hand gently, his movements graceful and composed. The air around him seemed to ripple with his gesture, as if drawn by an invisible force. In that instant, the two of them seemed to have traveled through time and space, changing locations in the blink of an eye, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Even though Chaoyang had changed locations, he remained calm and stood still. Finally, Chaoyang said in a confident tone with a hint of doubt: "Are you the rules?"

The stunning man stood before him, smiling softly, a sly glint in his eyes. He seemed unfazed by Chaoyang's doubts, instead maintaining a calm demeanor, as if everything was under control. He casually replied, "Are you sure?" as if challenging Chaoyang's confidence, trying to shake him.

Chaoyang did not back down. He said with a look of disgust: "Have you forgotten that I have a trace of your origin." As if reminding the other party what he had done before, Chaoyang's tone revealed a kind of disdain, as if he was mocking the other party's poor memory.

The stunning man was slightly taken aback, as if Chaoyang's words had reminded him of something important. He smiled softly, a hint of teasing, and replied, "Oh! I almost forgot." There was a hint of ease and calmness in his voice, as if reminding himself not to miss any details.

"By the way," he continued, "don't call me Guili. I have a human name, Feng Jing." There was a hint of intimacy in his tone, as if he was trying to narrow the distance between him and Chaoyang.

"How can you go down to the mortal world? Aren't you afraid that this world will explode?" Chaoyang asked righteously.

"This is just a small mirror world, not the main world, and it's an incomplete world that has not deviated from the main task. What should I be afraid of?" Feng Jing replied slowly.

Chaoyang hit back bluntly: "Haha! If this world really collapses, then your lover will never wake up?" After that, he took out a set of chairs, tea sets and pastries from his own space, then sat down slowly and began to leisurely make himself a cup of hot tea.

He didn't care at all that he was still on someone else's territory.

"You seem unusually calm, as if you don't care about the situation at all." Feng Jing walked up slowly, found a place to sit down casually, then picked up the teapot and filled a cup of tea for himself.

"Why should I be anxious?" Chao Yang took a sip of tea, his tone calm and unhurried. "Our relationship is simply one of mutual exploitation. You used me to save your loved one, and I used you to save my master and my senior brothers. In this situation, we each get what we need, so why rush?"

"What about your good nephews?" Feng Jing supported his chin with a smile in his eyes, as if he was just casually asking such a question.

Chaoyang put the teacup back on the table heavily, his tone cold and stern. He stared at the other person firmly and said in a deep voice, "It's best not to involve other people in our affairs."

"How can this be considered a private matter between the two of us? Your nephews play extremely important roles in this world. How can you exclude him? Besides, they also have half the credit for my beloved's waking up!" Feng Jing said with a smile.

There was a hint of impatience in Chaoyang's tone. He stared at the person in front of him, his eyes full of confusion and vigilance. "Tell me! You've never shown up before, so what exactly do you want to do by suddenly appearing this time?"

Feng Jing didn't answer, but instead asked something irrelevant: "I gave you the godhood so that you could take good care of this world when the world consciousness awakens and the Heavenly Dao is born. I don't believe that a dignified Immortal Venerable wouldn't understand what I mean. But you haven't even fully refined the godhood yet, and you're using your demigod body to water the 100,000-year-old Resurrection Fruit. What are you trying to do?"

"This is not within the scope of our transaction." Chaoyang replied coldly.

"Deal?" Feng Jing smiled contemptuously, "Who do you think you are? Do you think that no one else can complete this task except you? If not..." Feng Jing was about to say something, but suddenly stopped.

"Not what?"

"Nothing?" Feng Jing felt extremely aggrieved and unhappy. If he hadn't already promised that person a reward so generous that he couldn't refuse, how could he, with his dignity and status as a Chaos Ruler, be so polite to Chao Yang?

"What exactly do you want to say?" There was a hint of impatience in Chaoyang's tone. He was obviously confused by Feng Jing's words.

Feng Jing took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself, then slowly spoke, "Come with me. I'll take you to see someone." Without waiting for Chaoyang to object, he dragged him away. Feng Jing wanted nothing more than to throw the scoundrel in his hands. If he hadn't woken up this time and taken a quick look, he'd have been wiped out. It was sad that he'd told him to be more careful, but he hadn't listened. Who knew Chaoyang would be so mad, so mad that he wouldn't even die before achieving his goal? He hadn't even reached godhood, only demigod, yet he dared to directly drain blood to nourish the Hundred Thousand Year Resurrection Fruit. The Hundred Thousand Year Resurrection Fruit was so easy to grow, and yet he even wanted to resurrect the dead. Not to mention that the man wasn't dead, only one ten-thousandth of his soul remained. How could he possibly succeed?

Feng Jing secretly felt lucky that he woke up in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chaoyang was being dragged tightly by Feng Jing. He knew in his heart that he would not get any benefit from Feng Jing, so he could only helplessly let Feng Jing lead him forward. Along the way, Chaoyang was dragged past one small ball of light after another. These balls of light emitted a soft glow, as if guiding the way forward in the darkness. Chaoyang could not help but poke one of the balls of light with his curious little hands. Feeling the soft touch, he couldn't help but ask Feng Jing curiously, "What is this small ball of light?"

"Heaven's way." Feng Jing said seriously.

"What?" Chaoyang's scream pierced the sky, and he responded in shock, as if he had heard something incredible.