「Three Immortal Sword World.」
As the last word was spoken, Demon Lord Chonglou immediately felt an unknown influence on his Primordial Spirit; a strange power was invading it.
Insignificant tricks, trying to deal with me! Chong Lou sneered inwardly. Yet, when he attempted to expel this power, he discovered it seemed to rise silently from within his Primordial Spirit, making it impossible to resist.
Just as he prepared to use other methods to defend himself, he found his surroundings had changed!
The world was a vast, dim grey expanse.
There was no sun or moon.
There were no living beings.
It seemed like an infinite void.
It seemed like Endless Chaos.
And at the center of that Chaos stood a colossal Divine Spirit, its form connecting Heaven and Earth.
He seemed like the center of the universe.
He seemed like the origin of all things.
He seemed like The Sovereign of all paths.
He was eternal, majestic, and sacred.
"Playing god, face your death!"
Chong Lou was unafraid. Blood-colored wrist blades sprang from his hands, and a pair of pitch-black wings unfurled behind him. His entire being exuded boundless Demonic Qi.
A towering might swept forth, a terrifying power transforming into a surging, turbulent wave of energy. Two sharp, crisscrossing slashes of light, carrying the horrifying force to split the heavens and cleave the earth, shot towards Hongmeng.
A grand and majestic voice slowly resounded.
As if from the present.
As if from the future.
Resounding through eternal space and time.
Across the world, the boundless Demonic Qi silently dissipated into nothingness. The sharp, brilliant slashes of light dissolved into specks of golden radiance, vanishing from between heaven and earth as if they had never appeared.
An invisible force swept across the heavens and the earth, through the past and the future, across endless space and time. Chong Lou’s figure silently turned to dust, as if he had never existed.
In the next moment, Chong Lou’s figure re-formed.
The distinct taste of death flooded his mind.
Demonic Qi surged sky-high from his body as he uttered in disbelief, "I don’t believe this!"
Chong Lou launched another assault towards Hongmeng.
Predictably, he was once again obliterated by a single word from Hongmeng.
Nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine times.
"One day, I will definitely defeat you!"
However, his eyes lit up.
Because he had found a new world.
He had found a new goal. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel✦fire.net
He wanted to become stronger.
And then defeat Hongmeng.
My strength has indeed increased a bit!
Chong Lou opened his eyes. Feeling the changes within himself and brimming with fighting spirit, he was overjoyed.
For someone like him, nothing was more exciting than becoming stronger.
Previously, he had only wanted to battle Flying Peng.
After Flying Peng’s reincarnation, his life became dull.
How lonely it is to be invincible.
But now... he no longer had much interest in seeking a battle with Flying Peng’s reincarnation.
Because his horizons had broadened.
His gaze was fixed on loftier, more distant goals.
Can preaching and performing sacrificial rites truly grant rewards and make one stronger?
Chong Lou carefully examined the files in the group chat, and the doubts in his heart were instantly resolved.
The God of Hongmeng was indeed not from their world.
Beyond the Six Realms, other worlds truly existed.
The God of Hongmeng could traverse the myriad heavens and manifest in countless worlds, while he couldn’t even leave his own. The disparity was indeed immense.
However, Chong Lou, who had risen from a mere Crow Demon Creature in the Demon World, defeated the Last Generation Demon Lord, and unified the Demon World, would not be so easily discouraged.
He resolved to become stronger.
Although believing in and offering sacrifices to the God of Hongmeng seemed somewhat demeaning, compared to the prospect of becoming stronger, such considerations were insignificant.
Moreover, from his perspective, he was helping the God of Hongmeng spread His faith and gather treasures and beautiful women as Sacrifices for Him.
The God of Hongmeng rewarded him in return; this was a fair exchange.
Their relationship was one of equality.
"Creek Wind!" Chong Lou called out.
Creek Wind came forward, looking at Chong Lou, hesitant to speak.
The Demon Lord seemed different.
Chong Lou instructed, "The ’Meditation Method’ I just recited—recite it yourself, then disseminate it. All living beings in the Demon World must believe in the God of Hongmeng. Attend to this matter immediately. Furthermore, gather treasures—the more, the better."
Creek Wind looked as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately, he remained silent.
He knew the Demon Lord’s decisions were not something he could alter. He only needed to carry them out.
The Demon Sword and the Demon Suppression Sword are excellent treasures. According to Wang Hao’s video, at this point in time, they should be in the Shu Mountain Demon Locking Tower!
And the Descendant of Goddess Nuwa, Purple Xuan, is also a fine treasure. At this time, she has not yet met that Taoist priest and is still pure, suitable to be offered as Sacrifices!
Offering her up should allow me to obtain even greater rewards!
Chong Lou schemed in his heart, then departed the Demon World directly for Shu Mountain in the Human Realm.
He needed Cultivation Techniques that would allow him to reach higher realms, as well as knowledge pertaining to those higher realms.
These, however, were unobtainable in his current world.
But the God of Hongmeng possessed them.
Therefore, he needed to prepare more treasures to exchange for methods to become stronger.
Hongmeng withdrew his Divine Sense, lost in thought.
Chong Lou! What an interesting fellow. He truly seems to have masochistic tendencies. Being killed nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety times... Most people would have broken down by now.
Demon Suppression Sword, Demon Sword, Descendant of Goddess Nuwa Purple Xuan... Not bad at all!
Hongmeng greatly admired Chong Lou’s proactiveness; this was precisely the kind of believer he desired.
He could feel his believers multiplying rapidly.
Every minute, believers were increasing by the hundreds, even thousands.
These should all be denizens of the Demon World.
Moreover, the stronger the being, the greater the Power of Faith they provided.
Although Chong Lou was currently just an ordinary believer, his understanding of a god wasn’t incorrect; in fact, one might say it hit the very essence of the matter.