Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

The guardian of the monument opened and closed his eyes, and two beams of divine light, solid as tangible and piercing through the void, locked onto the sky-covering demonic shadow.

His eyes were filled with unwavering killing intent.

He suddenly sprang up, and the heavy armor that had been silent for countless millennia emitted a dull grating sound.

The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged wildly towards him, faintly condensing behind him into a towering and majestic image of a war emperor.

Its aura is profound and imposing, inviolable!

"Evil spirits and heretics, who have offended our mountains and seas, shall die!"

The sound was as loud as a great bell, resonating with the heavens and earth, transforming into golden ripples of law that spread in all directions.

The guardian's supernatural powers dispelled the darkness, and the paused time for all living beings in Langya Prefecture was restored to normal.

"It's the monument keeper! We're saved!"

The expressions of the demons above the vast sea were unpredictable.

"retreat!"

Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, an unquestionable command resounded.

"It is the Flying Emperor."

A demon king discovered the identity of the one who issued the order.

Fei Huang, a fifth-level demon emperor, is a powerful figure of the Fei clan, comparable to a Dao cultivator at the Tribulation Realm.

"withdraw!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the demons began to retreat.

The situation was too chaotic; the appearance of the Demon Lord disrupted all the arrangements made by the demon race in Langya Prefecture.

The spies who were originally hiding in the Holy Court were unable to come out and could only remain hidden, making further plans.

At this moment, whether they were cultivators or mortals, seeing the figure of the monument guardian rekindled a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

However, the War Emperor's Dharma Image had just parted the clouds and stepped into the place where the Cangwu Tree was located.

A giant nine-fingered demonic hand attacked him, slamming him violently into the sea.

The monument keeper was thrown into the sea, creating a massive wave.

Click...

The surface of his dark heavy armor was instantly covered with dense cracks.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Defeated with just one palm strike?"

Moreover, purple demonic flames quickly ignited on the guardian's body, and the War Emperor's Dharma Image swiftly vanished.

In the blink of an eye, the fully armed guardian of the monument turned into dust and vanished.

The surviving cultivators stood frozen in place, their eyes filled with shock and despair.

At the top of the Cangwu tree, the space had long since shattered into a spiderweb.

During their duel, the Six Hells Demon Lord freed one hand and casually slapped the monument guardian to death.

Zheng Quan went all out, fighting to the point of madness.

The imperial crown shone brightly three feet above his head.

At this moment, the vast ocean, the Cangwu Mountains, the earth's veins—all the grand formations that Zheng Quan had arranged beforehand—were continuously providing him with energy.

Heaven and earth unite in their power, and the law of annihilation is overturned.

"Interesting, the power of the entire province is at your disposal."

"Your move is a great supernatural power of robbery."

The Six Hells Demon Lord spoke calmly, and the magical avatar behind him stomped his foot, causing the ocean to churn and the sky to collapse.

The formation was damaged, blood trickled from Zheng Quan's mouth, and his Dharma body cracked.

The Six Hells Demon Lord remained expressionless as the [Heaven-Slaying Candle Sword] pierced his chest.

"Worthy of the title of near-supreme."

"Be proud, you are excellent."

The array crown shattered completely, turning into countless points of light that dissipated.

Zheng Quan was defeated, and the defeat was inevitable.

Even though he had done his best.

But when facing the former enemy of the Xuanhuang Emperor, they are still like fireflies in the bright moon.

Before he died, Zheng Quan took one last look at the world.

Suddenly, as if sensing something within his own array, he turned his eyes slightly and released his divine sense.

Within his consciousness, the outline of a human face was clearly visible.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Before he died, Zheng Quan burst into laughter.

"Oh, I see! There's actually a master!"

"Okay! Let me do it..."

He used up his last bit of magic power and squeezed out the last bit of life essence to activate the formation of Kongsang County in accordance with someone's actions.

The Six Hells Demon Lord frowned and drew his sword.

Zheng Quan collapsed, all light vanishing from his eyes, his mangled body turning to dust and dissipating.

The Six Hells Demon Lord remained silent, sensing a slight sense of unease.

A crisis is approaching.

However, he is a remnant of his former self, lacking the overwhelming power he possessed in his previous life.

"Isn't that brat? No, wait..."

His gaze traversed mountains and seas, landing on Shen Moyan.

But Shen Moyan in the room got up.

He had anticipated this.

Shen Moyan's expression remained unchanged.

Aiming at the Six Hell Demon Lords,

Raise your middle finger.

Suddenly, the Six Hells Demon Lord clutched his chest.

At his heart lies the Nascent Soul Dao Fruit that he had originally refined.

A disturbance has begun.

"How is this possible..."

The Six Hells Demon Lord muttered to himself, his face filled with disbelief.

Suddenly, a slight, intermittent vibration began to occur in my waist.

He turned his head and his face froze.

It is the Azure Mask.

At this very moment.

The cracks on the mask were actually healing.

And it burst forth with unprecedented brilliance!

…………

Where am I?

Luo Changting opened his eyes.

He stood in a quiet place.

This is his sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, he clutched his head and squatted down, his head throbbing with pain.

They're back, they're all back! All those emotions that were devoured by the demon have returned!

The tragic deaths of the millions of people in Dongshan City who had been consumed by him flashed through his mind.

"No……"

It wasn't me, it really wasn't me...

"From this journey, the sky is high and the sea is wide; a man's ambition lies in all directions!"

The girl's figure flashed by.

"Xiaochan!"

Luo Changting reached out to grab it, but missed.

He fell into his sea of ​​consciousness, propped himself up, looked at the sea, and everything from the past came to mind.

The cottage, the frost and snow, the happy childhood memories with my sister, my father's high hopes for me, and the care from everyone in the opera troupe.

"Don't worry, the swallows and sparrows are warmly circling the eaves..."

A gentle sea breeze carries the trembling sound of cicadas in the cold air.

He remembered, he remembered everything.

"Behold me, as I spread my wings like a roc soaring into the azure clouds!"

On the water, he watched his figure leave the crowd, heading alone to the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"No...don't..."

It was he who personally sent his father and Xiao Chan to Langya Prefecture, the battlefield where the war was most brutal.

The outcome was predictable.

May your journey be smooth.

Luo Hanchan's innocent smiling face appeared on the water's surface, gradually merging with his pale eyebrows and features.

It was he who left his family when they needed him most.

In fact, they were the ones who killed them.

And they manipulated his thoughts, devoured his emotions, and treated him as a pawn...

"The Six Hells Slaughtering Heavenly Demon Lord!!"

Luo Changting roared madly at the sky.

He condensed his anger into a sharp sword and slashed at the unshakeable figure above his sea of ​​consciousness.

However, the figure didn't even turn around.

Luo Changting's tiny flame flickered and vanished in an instant, failing to even illuminate the dim space of his consciousness.

This is a despairing gap in the level of life and the essence of power.

How could Luo Changting's short life possibly shake the Demon Lord who had lived for countless years?

To exhaust one's entire life is nothing more than a moth drawn to a flame.

Exhausted, Luo Changting plunged into the sea.

He gritted his teeth, despite his immense resentment.

But he also knew better than anyone else!

Everything has its own rhythm, and when these rhythms converge, they become extraordinary.

Even the slightest trace of the Demon Lord's Daoist aura is as brilliant as the blue sky.

In his entire life, the Dao he cultivated to a state of being as insignificant as a mayfly.

"I just want a place."

As he fell into the water, Luo Hanchan's voice rang in his ears.

"A place where Dad can live out his retirement in peace, a place where we... no longer have to live in fear, wandering aimlessly, where we can look up at the sky, even if it's a place without stars!"

"I'm sorry... Xiao Chan..."

"It's because I'm useless, I can't fulfill your wish..."

Luo Changting sank to the bottom of his sea of ​​consciousness, no longer moving, and his soul began to disintegrate.

But suddenly, from the depths of the sea, a strange voice resounded in his heart:

"What's your name?"

Luo Changting slowly opened his eyes.

Before me stood a strange man.