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

It was neither hurried nor slow, but very gentle.

The visitor didn't seem to be in a hurry; the knocking stopped after one sound.

"Jackie Chan, go see who's here!" "I know, Dad, I'm busy right now!" Jackie Chan swayed as he carried a huge pile of books.

"I'll go open the door for Uncle Long!" Xiaoyu skipped and ran to the door.

He was a stranger; his face was unfamiliar.

He was wearing a suit and looked calm and composed.

"Hello, Old Man's Antique Shop, we're closed today!"

Xiaoyu speaks very quickly.

"I'm here to find someone!"

"Looking for someone? Uncle Long? Old Man? Or Tru?" The man shook his head and said, "I'm here to find my servant!"

"Servants? Sir, there are no servants here!"

Xiaoyu looked puzzled.

"No, I've already seen it!"

He barged straight into the antique shop, his powerful demonic energy instantly surging forth as he forcefully entered.

The next second, Dad suddenly raised his head, his heart pounding.

Their eyes met instantly.

The book in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he looked completely panicked.

"Oh no—, he's here!"

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Three Demonic Curses

Zhou Lan did not interfere much with the Holy Lord's actions.

He's been silent for too long; whatever he does is only natural.

However, to Zhou Lan's slight surprise, the Holy Lord seemed to have changed his approach.

Just as he himself said, only old-fashioned people would clamor to put their ancient palace on top of the world.

Times have changed, and there is far more than one way to rule the world.

Sitting in a royal carriage and sitting in a luxury bulletproof car seem to make little difference over time.

Servants don't necessarily have to kneel on the ground in navy blue servant's clothes; they can also wear suits to enter and exit high-rise buildings.

The world is changing, but some things remain the same.

After finding himself again, the Holy Lord seemed to understand this principle.

He regained his wisdom, which led him to make different decisions.

Zhou Lan naturally let him go.

Nothing in this world can stop him now, not even Jackie Chan or his father.

Meanwhile, the eight demon brothers were contemplating more distant and important matters.

Although he is currently unable to directly rescue his other brothers and sisters from hell.

But once you break free from this rigid cycle and gain the ability to jump to other worlds, the options undoubtedly become much more numerous.

Having experienced being sealed and witnessing the Holy Lord seal Lü Dongbin, the Demon Wizard's insight allowed him to see the true nature of the Hell Sealing Curse.

This curse does not simply affect the soul, nor the physical body.

What he sealed away was the essence of a demon or an immortal god.

The eight trigrams, in simple terms, are the elements of earth, wind, water, and fire.

The Hell Sealing Curse seals eight different powers at their source.

And for this reason, the demon, as the plenipotentiary representative of this power, was also crushed to death in hell and could never rise again.

Having figured out the essence, Zhou Lan had a general idea in mind.

He closed his eyes, nodded, and fell into deep thought.

Standing in the vacuum, the invisible cosmic wind swept over his body.

In my mind, spells from ancient times to the present manifested one by one, numbering in the tens of thousands per second.

Soon, three ancient curses forgotten in the dust of history clearly surfaced in his mind.

The Root Spell, the Drain Spell, and the Displacement Spell.

At this very moment, his true form still stands silently on the moon, his former territory.

These three curses were created by him, the Holy Lord, and Ximu, respectively.

The absorption spell was created by him. When he first landed on the moon, his magic was still depleted, so he used this spell to help him absorb the moon's gravity.

Or rather, it helps one to draw upon the powers that originally belonged to oneself.

This is a spell that can directly point to the source.

The Root Curse is controlled by the Holy Lord, while the Displacement Curse was created by Ximu.

In ancient times, these three demon wizard brothers shared glory and knowledge.

These three spells were all mastered by the three individuals.

However, Ximu has probably forgotten everything by now.

Zhou Lan opened his eyes; he had already understood.

Meanwhile, Earth.

A steady stream of money, wealth, and power is accumulating in Valon's hands.

He has become the new underground emperor of this world, the spokesperson for a terrifying existence.

Wearing an expensive dark green suit, exuding the air of a superior, his four subordinates, who were equally impeccably dressed, followed him.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Hand Gang had eroded everything and transformed itself into the true elite class.

Vallon's belief was not wrong.

Money can indeed drive everything.

Based on this, coupled with his innate leadership charisma and ability, he has become the godfather of the new world.

He reached out to Zhou, who was standing to the side, and handed him a gift box.

"Boss?" Zhou was taken aback.

He opened the gift box; inside was a bank card and a plane ticket for tomorrow.

Valon patted him on the shoulder and said calmly, "I'll leave the affairs in Asia to you!"

"What about this plane ticket?" Zhou glanced at it; the ticket was a direct flight from San Francisco to Hong Kong.

"There's an old saying in your country: 'Wealth and honor without returning home is like wearing fine clothes at night.' You've suffered a lot with me over the years; it's time to go back and see your family!"

Valon spoke casually, yet his words struck a chord with Zhou.

Many years ago, he came to the United States from Hong Kong, vowing to make a name for himself.

It's tough to make it in the lower rungs of American society. He's washed dishes and worked as a driver before finally getting ahead. He never expected Valon to remember him.

He remembers everyone's important things, but he never uses them to blackmail anyone.

Zhou turned his back, took off his sunglasses, and rubbed them.

On the other side, in a super antique-style mansion specially designed for the Holy Lord, he was lazily lying in the outdoor hot spring in his true form.

He was taking a bath.

Beside him, Jackie Chan, dressed in a well-fitting waiter's uniform, was busy trimming his nails.

"Jackie Chan, my servant, over here, and over here..." Shendu squinted comfortably.

Just like my father said, the demons have a very simple mindset; humanity has always had only one meaning for them.

Even though Jackie Chan had shattered his hopes several times, Shendu did not kill him.

The rule practiced by the devil is very simple.

The world has changed its masters, but it has only changed from humans to demons, nothing more.

It seems like nothing has changed.

But as Hades said, if a ruler must exist, why can't that being be a demon?

At least they never kill indiscriminately, and in some respects, as long as you serve them well, their tempers are almost never too bad.

Throughout history, there have been quite a few monarchs who were prone to indiscriminate killing.

Even during the reign of the eight great demons, from ancient times to antiquity, until they were sealed by the eight immortal gods, they never attacked each other, and they never even waged war against each other.

That would be a terrifying act capable of wiping out a large number of lives.

Compared to these guys, demons are practically exemplary representatives of excellent monarchs.

Otherwise, if the Holy Lord wanted, this world would not be like this.

As the Holy Lord was enjoying the attentive service provided by Jackie Chan and his other servants, a familiar whisper echoed in his mind.

"My brother, I'm going on a long trip, but I'll be back soon!"

The Holy Lord opened his eyes.

He understood that Zhou Lan was working to free his other brothers and sisters.

“Brother, God is always there for you whenever you need Him!”

he promised.

Although he didn't think there was any difficulty that could stop his brother, the Holy Lord still expressed his stance.

If possible, he would prefer Zhou Lan to give him a break as well, because time is the least valuable thing to a demon.

"Perhaps you should also give yourself a little break!"

He believed that his other siblings would think the same way if they knew what their brother had done.

"I will!"

Zhou Lan's whispers gradually faded away.

In the vacuum of the moon, he stood silently as a golden portal suddenly opened.

He slowly drifted into it, preparing to carry out his decision.

He was looking forward to it because it wouldn't be long.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Re-landing at Chicago Train Station

A person's life is extremely long.

But if you break down this life, it's nothing more than a series of choices.

If you do the right thing, everything will be fine, but if you do the wrong thing, you may face irreversible consequences and regret it for the rest of your life.

Choice, a word that, just by its sound, seems to imply cruelty.

...Chicago train station.

Lu Mingfei was holding a can of cola, staring intently at the man in front of him.

The railway station workers went on strike, and the CC1000 express train, which was originally scheduled to run from Kassel College, was delayed by a week.

Having finally met a beautiful junior sister while being with his expressionless senior brother, Lu Mingfei naturally had to step forward and show off his skills.

Just thinking about how that pretty junior sister Xia Mi blinked her starry eyes and asked him, "Senior brother, where did you get your Coke from?" made Lu Mingfei imagine himself proudly patting his chest and saying, "This is senior brother's experience."

His eyes were fixed on the ground. The man stood silently amidst the scattered pieces of paper, signs, and cans.

Lu Mingfei felt as if he were floating, his feet not touching the ground, perhaps a centimeter? Or a few millimeters? He wasn't sure.