Thanks for the invitation! I am in hell and have just become a demon king.

Irene had already thought it through. After Xiaochen reincarnated and returned, all of them, the seventh-level overlords, would sneak into the dimensional gap and launch a surprise attack together to seal this annoying dragon first.

When the time comes, she will definitely pack up this female dragon and send it to Xiaochen's bed to avenge the past.

"Phew! I'm so scared! The Lord must have become even stronger after this reincarnation. Why do I feel like she's even scarier than the Great Red?"

After seeing Irene leave, Azazel took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fear, and said with lingering fear.

"This isn't your illusion. This girl's strength has surpassed mine and Nyako's. I even suspect she's already taken that step."

Shabu said in a serious tone.

"Which step?"

"Eighth level immortal."

hiss!

Everyone present gasped. The terror of this God was beyond their imagination.

Eighth level, what is that concept? They dare not even think about it.

"I've witnessed the gods of countless worlds in the Chaos Dimension, but none of them have ever impressed me as powerful as Irene."

"Also, after achieving immortality, you will be the only one in the world. This is one of the ultimate secrets about the eighth level that Nayako's father and I told us before we left."

"For example, after Irene completely breaks through to the eighth level, Irene will be the only one in the Chaos Dimension who possesses the status of God. The countless God-like entities in other worlds will completely perish and become part of Irene's power."

"What is immortality? This is immortality."

"Ms. Shub, are you saying there are similar us in other worlds?"

Sirzechs asked the question everyone was longing for in his dry voice.

"That's right. There's information flow and exchange between worlds that we can't understand. Higher worlds influence the development of lower worlds, and vice versa. The birth of isotopes from different worlds is perfectly normal."

"In the endless chaotic dimension, the ultimate enemy of the Overlord is ultimately only one, and that is themselves."

"But don't worry. The path to becoming an eighth-level immortal is too difficult. Nayako and I have traveled through the Chaos Primal Realm for countless years, and we have never seen a master successfully break through to the eighth level of immortality."

"On the contrary, if you encounter your counterparts from other worlds in the chaos, believe me, it will definitely be a great blessing for you."

"Defeat him and seize his power, and at least you will be able to break through a realm on the road to domination."

"I've heard other Overlords describe this: whenever you encounter an isomorph from another world, you instantly develop a feeling in your heart that this person is your mortal enemy. Devouring them will instantly boost your strength."

"Of course, there is a special case. For those Overlords with kind natures, they are unwilling to devour their counterparts from other worlds, but the attraction between them is constantly influencing them, so they will choose to merge with the Origin of the Overlord."

"The mystical connection between isotopes from different worlds is far closer than the blood connection between twin brothers. If two seventh-level masters merge into one, their strength will also increase significantly."

"This situation is relatively rare. I have only seen it three times so far."

"When you travel through the Chaos Primordial Realm in the future, the most important thing to watch out for is those beings from other worlds. Regardless of whether they harbor good intentions or ill will towards you, it's always a good idea to take them down first."

"If they choose to devour, that's fine, but if they fuse, their consciousnesses will merge into one. In the three cases I've seen, I observed them for ten thousand years each."

"Shabu, are you full and have nothing to do?"

Nayako complained subconsciously.

"Don't bother me. Aren't you curious about the outcome of such an interesting thing?"

"The first one was perfectly normal. Not only did his strength increase the most, but his personality and character also remained relatively unchanged. The second one became schizophrenic. Although his strength increased, his consciousness became muddled, resembling those delirious evil gods. I originally thought the third one was normal, but later discovered that he went from being a good person to a saint. This kind of fool, who seeks nothing in return and goes out of his way to help others in the midst of chaos, is the first time I've seen such a fool. This kind of fusion of isotopes is terrifying!"

Shab's words made many of the masters who were familiar with Gabriel turn their attention to her. Wasn't this Gabriel?

It is no exaggeration to say that Gabriel is a saint, otherwise Gabriel would not have so many fans among the demons and fallen angels.

"I remember the Lord said Gabriel was His favorite child, a Seraph created based on Himself. Otherwise, He wouldn't have given her the powerful weapon, the Horn of Doom."

"Azazel is right. Little Gabriel is my favorite child. I have always raised her as my daughter."

Hearing Azazel talking nonstop again, Irene was not willing to be outdone and decisively admitted to the teasing.

Serafall asked curiously, "Azazel, what kind of artifact is the Horn of Doom? How come I've never heard of it?"

"Back when the three tribes of the Bible were still part of the Bible pantheon, the Lord used the broken horn of the Beast King 666 as raw material, then incorporated the power of the three tribes' bloodlines to forge this divine weapon that commanded the three tribes, with the intention of waging war against external forces."

"Once the horn of doom sounds, all three tribes and their descendants will obey the orders of the one who blows the horn and fight to the last moment."

"Only the seventh level can be immune to the effects of the Doomsday Horn."

Seraph immediately gave a forced smile, retracted her head and stopped talking.

Should she say that fortunately the Horn of Doom is in Gabriel's hands?

No, this kind of evil artifact should not be released into the world.

"Fortunately, the Lord gave the Horn of Doom to Gabriel after forging it. To date, the Horn of Doom has never been blown once. I guess given the Lord's personality, he has already forgotten about this artifact."

Azazel smiled disdainfully, his tone tinged with envy.

He was also jealous of this artifact, of course not because of its power, but because of its production method.

"I was originally planning to give Azazel my methods of forging divine tools and divine destroyers someday, but now I think I'll have to postpone it for a while."

Irene said angrily in Gabriel's mind.

"Let's not talk about this bastard anymore. Little Gabriel is my daughter, and I'm so happy that she can be with Xiaochen!"

As the old mother who raised Chen, such a funny person, Irene's own personality is of course full of evil humor.

Among all the Seraphim, Gabriel is the most fun to tease and play with. Michael and other Seraphim are always calm, humble and loyal subordinates in front of her without saying a word.

As a result, she had no one to talk to in heaven, unlike Gabriel, who would become extremely shy if teased at the slightest.

"Thank you Ms. Shabu for your scientific knowledge. We will keep it in mind."

Sirzechs said that Shabu was willing to tell them these secrets without reservation, which was a great favor in itself and they could not fail to repay it.

I'm afraid this is also the plan of this great evil god, just to make them owe him a favor.

"It's okay, you are all Xiaochen's friends, and it's just a piece of cake."

Before she could finish her words, Shabu's expression suddenly changed. She stretched out her hand and grabbed a trace of pink air from the void. She said speechlessly:

"This is emanating from Gabriel, with a strong scent of lust."

"I'm sorry, Gabriel fainted at some point."

Michael took a step forward, checked Gabriel's body with the power of light, and explained with a wry smile.

"Teacher Gabriel is already a seventh-level master, how could he faint?"

"I guess she fainted because she thought about herself being the Lord's daughter and Chen being the Lord's son, so she couldn't handle the stimulation for a while!"

"Gabriel hasn't changed at all over these years. He's still as innocent as ever. Even the way Michael feels to me has changed a lot."

Azazel stroked his beard and said with a melancholy tone.

Michael smiled slightly without saying anything. Only he knew whether he had changed, but he probably had changed a lot. Fortunately, the Lord had returned, and he no longer needed to work hard to maintain the existence of heaven.

"Could it be that Mr. Azazel was once an admirer of Mr. Gabriel?"

"Kiana, you're wrong. You should say that most of the male angels in Heaven are admirers of Gabriel. Later, Lucifer raised the banner of rebellion against God, and we, the weak-willed angels, fell from heaven because of various desires."

"Of the first angels created by the Lord with me, only a few remain. Unknowingly, the fate of the fallen angels has fallen into my hands."

"With an unreliable governor like you around, it's God's blessing that the Fallen Angels haven't been completely destroyed."

"Hahaha! That's because I have two capable deputies."

"Gabriel, when you wake up, apologize to everyone. You almost caused a disaster just now."

Michael warned, looking at the lustful aura that Shab had restrained.

Gabriel suddenly felt like crying, she also knew that if Ms. Shab had not discovered it early, everyone might have been infected. The seventh level was still okay, but the others might have made all kinds of ugly mistakes.

"It's not Gabriel's fault. I just said something to her in her mind, which caused her to faint from shyness."

Irene's figure suddenly appeared, almost scaring everyone to death. They were really a little overwhelmed by this elusive God.

"You were probably in Xiaochen's mind before, right? Now that Xiaochen has reincarnated, you've ended up in Gabriel's mind again."

Nayako said angrily, what do you mean, why can you hide in Xiaochen's mental space, and she is sure that Irene did this to guard against her and Shabu.

Xiaochen is her proudest child and also the person she cares about the most.

"Yes, you have any objection?"

Irene glanced at Nayako and said with a proud look on her face.

Among so many women, the one she dislikes the most is Nyako. Although part of Xiaochen's essence comes from her, this does not prevent her and Nyako from disliking each other.

Nayako: ………………

Damn it! You forced me to do this. When Xiaochen returns this time, I'll prepare a big surprise for you.

Otherwise, you really think that I, Nyako, am easy to bully.

Taking advantage of her height, Nayako hid behind Shabu, feeling frustrated and thinking, "Since she was born, when has she ever suffered such injustice?"

296. [Chen's Happy Immortal Cultivation Life 1]

On the other side, Chen was taken to a paradise by the woman in black.

Spiritual energy was like rain, cranes were singing, and from time to time you could see streaks of light passing by.

Several strange peaks, one after another, were hanging upside down in the void, surrounded by clouds and mist, as if they were stalagmites growing out of the sky.

The most beautiful places on earth and the most beautiful places in heaven are probably no more than this.

This is the blessed land of Xuankong Mountain, the inheritance of the Shushan Sword Sect.

"This is the Shushan Sword Sect, one of the orthodox sects of Taoism. The disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect take it as their mission to slay demons and uphold justice. Generations have bravely sacrificed their lives. I hope you can bring glory to the Shushan sect and never forget its aspirations."

The woman in black brought Chen to the top of a main peak in the center and introduced him in an indifferent tone.

Chen scratched his head. To be honest, he didn't quite understand what the black-clad sister meant. He asked embarrassedly, "Sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Yin Qingmo, you should call me Master, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Chen answered honestly.

The names of immortals and gods have never been legends in the Shenzhou continent, let alone the Shushan sword immortal who slays demons and monsters in the mortal world.

Even though Chen was just a five-year-old child, he had heard the old beggar tell the story of the Shushan Sword Immortal in a yearning tone.

Being able to join the Shushan Sword Sect now is a great opportunity for ordinary people.

"Qing Mo, you're back. Did the mission go smoothly this time?"

At this time, an amiable old Taoist with a white beard walked out of the hall and asked with concern.

"Master, it's not going well. It's most likely a trap set by the demons for our Shushan Sword Sect. There was originally only one Yuanshen demon, but two more appeared later to attack. If someone else took over this mission, they would most likely not be able to return."

Yin Qingmo always spoke his mind and never thought of hiding anything. He honestly recounted the entire process of this mission in an extremely calm tone.

"After I desperately killed the three Yuanshen demons, I was unable to kill the remaining small demons, so I had to run away. While flying on my sword, I crashed into a dilapidated temple and met this little guy. He fed me his own blood and saved my life."

When he said the last sentence, Yin Qingmo's calm eyes fluctuated a little, and he reached out and touched Chen's little head.

"Child, what is your name?"

"I don't have a name. Old beggars call me little beggar."

"Where is the old beggar you mentioned?"

"He died some time ago. I dug a hole and buried him."

"Ugh!"

The old Taoist sighed deeply, squatted down and began to check Chen's bones. Suddenly he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Qing Mo, you did a great job."

"God bless my Shushan. I have received a True Immortal seed. Now my Shushan finally has a successor."

"Master, what do you mean?"

"An innate Dao body comparable to a divine body, and he even fell into enlightenment between life and death and entered the innate fetal breathing state."

"Child, imitate the way you closed your eyes and absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for me, the Taoist priest."

"Yes, Master."

Upon hearing this, Chen immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and his chest heaved. The huge spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth was instantly drawn over and poured into Chen's young body like a black hole.