Chapter 141: The Ancient Capital Affair Concludes

……

After a long wait, the massive fireball, with a diameter just large enough to completely cover the Barrier created by Dao Long, finally finished condensing.

Without the slightest pause, the deep red fireball, as dazzling and eye-catching as the sun, began to descend directly.

The cries of supplication within the Ancient Capital grew increasingly shrill, yet the black flames on most of the supplicants did not weaken in the slightest; instead, they grew more vigorous, while for many who were praying silently, the flames gradually faded.

The fireball descended at a very slow speed, as if it had been deliberately controlled; the death approaching from afar was slowly crushing the final psychological defenses of this thousand-year-old Ancient Capital.

Finally, amidst the nervous waiting of a million people, the fireball descended to a height sufficient to touch the Golden Barrier.

The Ancient Capital fell silent.

Supplications, prayers, curses, and praises all stopped at this moment.

The fireball continued to descend slowly, without a single pause.

Finally, the edge of the fireball touched the highest point of the Ancient Capital: the Clock Tower.

"Ah!!!!!"

A shrill roar that shook the soul erupted suddenly. Han Ji and the others, who had been waiting with their eyes closed, hurriedly opened them to see the Black Vatican's Great Deacon Mu He, who was tied to the highest point of the Clock Tower, emitting thick black smoke from his entire body, as if he had been charred.

Visible to the naked eye, Mu He's soul seemed to have separated from his body, and both were roaring and being scorched in the raging fire.

The fireball continued to descend, soon encompassing Han Ji and the others as well.

There was no scorching heat as imagined; instead, a sense of warmth that made one sink into oblivion spread throughout their bodies. The previous tension and exhaustion were swept away, as if their entire beings had been purified.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, and Han Ji knelt on the ground in a daze; the psychological defenses of this old Mage had been completely shattered.

However, others were not so lucky. Many, including Zhu Meng, had more or less black flames on them, and the stinging pain of their souls being scorched made them unable to help but let out low roars.

But clearly, roaring could not alleviate the pain; the louder they roared, the more intensely the flames scorched them.

At the edge of the Barrier, Mo Fan, who had to choose to leave the Barrier because of the black flames on his body, encountered an accident: he could not get out.

The fireball was slowly approaching, as if it would swallow him in the next second.

Mo Fan, who had always been fearless, felt a tremor from the depths of his soul for the first time.

His heart beat violently, and a feeling, both familiar and strange, quickly spread throughout his entire body.

In the deepest part of his spiritual world, a blood-colored Star Dust began to erupt with light.

The long-dormant Demon Bloodline began to flow once again, conducting from his heart to his entire body, and dense, blood-black Darkness Sacrifice Text emerged, covering Mo Fan's entire body.

At the same time, a terrifying heat struck suddenly.

In just an instant, Mo Fan felt as if his soul was about to be burned to ash!

"Do you think you are fearless?" Dao Long's cold, eerie voice sounded in Mo Fan's ear.

"No, you will be afraid."

Overwhelmed by the intense pain, Mo Fan did not even have the strength to refute Dao Long; he only used his last bit of energy, wanting to rush out of the black Barrier.

"Idiot." Dao Long shook his head and paid no more attention.

Just a demon waiting to be tamed.

People, after all, are like this; they all think they can hold on, and they all think they can face everything.

Their rebellious spirit is very heavy.

But in fact, they just haven't encountered something sufficient to crush them.

Everything has a limit; amidst endless pain, everything has a moment of collapse.

This kind of flame now won't burn a person to death, because burning someone to death is too simple, but to completely crush a soul, that requires a bit of technical skill.

Physical pain has a limit, but the soul does not.

If one is unwilling to submit, then they will be burned into an idiot; the raging fire will cleanse the soul of the rebel until it is spotless!

The shadow of death will eventually pass; humans even have poor memories—a few days at the shortest, a few months or years at the longest—but this fear will eventually pass.

Only by having these rebels exist in the world like walking corpses can they constantly remind the world that the majesty of the Demon God cannot be offended!

"Roar!!!!"

Mo Fan's abnormality soon attracted the attention of the few high-level members within the Clock Tower Magic Association who had not been submerged by the flames. They wanted to know what had happened to Mo Fan, but Dao Long had already disappeared, and no one could answer their doubts.

……

I do not know how much time passed, but the roars in the Ancient Capital gradually stopped, and the deep red flames that shrouded the entire Ancient Capital also gradually faded. After the last trace of flame burned out, Dao Long's black Barrier also disappeared along with it.

The originally churning dark clouds had long since dissipated, and looking out, it was a clear sky for ten thousand miles.

Sha Yuan had disappeared, the Undead Army had long since vanished without a trace, and the Demon God, symbolizing fear and redemption, was also nowhere to be found; it was as if everything had never come.

But the "residue" left in various parts of the Ancient Capital—where bodies had been burned away, leaving only twisted souls—and the broken city walls constantly reminded everyone that everything was real.

……

"Damn it! Where are they!"

The Ancient Capital, having finally come to its senses, entered into cheers, but there was one out-of-place figure frantically searching everywhere for something important.

Xi Zhe.

This Forbidden Curse Mage had not stayed within the Barrier. After the fireball descended from the sky, he had stayed in the high air outside the Ancient Capital. The Undead did not attack him because the Undead Monarchs had received the message: do not seek death.

Xi Zhe watched with his own eyes as the Ancient Capital was swallowed by the fireball, yet it seemed as if nothing had happened at all.

He also watched as the dark clouds covering the sky dissipated along with the Demon God, as well as the Undead Army that disappeared along with Sha Yuan.

However, he never saw the thing he wanted to see.

Where was Lv Cheng?!

Where was Su Meng?!

This cold and elegant Forbidden Curse Mage had lost all his composure at this moment; he was nervous, or rather, he was in a panic.

If something had really happened to Lv Cheng, how was he supposed to explain this matter?

He had let Su Lu down!

"Are you looking for someone?"

A cold, eerie voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Xizhe entered a state of full alert.

"Don't be nervous, he's fine." Daolong appeared out of thin air behind Xizhe, without the slightest warning.

This eerie method made this Forbidden Curse Mage feel a strong sense of threat.

"What... is your relationship?" Xizhe asked.

"That is a complicated question." Daolong wore a thoughtful expression, as if trying to find a suitable term.

But unfortunately, he really couldn't find a suitable adjective for the moment.

He could be considered Lv Cheng's half-magic teacher, but he was also Lv Cheng's number one lackey; in fact, compared to the Demons, his alliance with Lv Cheng was even closer.

Because his interests were tied to Lv Cheng, if anything happened to Lv Cheng, he would have nothing.

"Where is he now?" Xizhe asked.

"He is resting." Daolong pointed in a direction.

"Of course, you had better not go over; he already has company."

Xizhe paused his steps, "Do you have business with me?"

"Hmm... a little." Daolong shook the staff in his hand, and black mist surged out, forming a spatial gate.

"I want to understand what a Forbidden Curse is."

By manipulating a massive amount of Dark Energy, he had already pushed himself to the peak of the Shadow Element, but a Forbidden Curse—this thing, he really didn't quite understand.

Therefore, he, who had always been willing to ask questions without shame, decided to find someone who knew the trade to study it.

"You don't understand?" Xizhe asked, puzzled.

This kind of terrifying Dark Energy had already surpassed the limits of the Shadow Element; even the strongest Shadow Element Forbidden Curse Mage he had ever seen had not been able to give him this kind of terrifying sense of threat.

Such a person, and he doesn't understand Forbidden Curses?

Are you kidding me?

"Specialization is key; the things I play with are called Forbidden Arts by you, but Forbidden Curses, I really don't understand them well." Daolong didn't feel there was anything shameful about it.

How long had he even been in contact with the Magic of this world?

"Can I refuse?" Xizhe was full of caution.

He didn't know where this Dark Archmage in front of him came from, and this kind of spatial method that even he couldn't sense at all was truly too dangerous; ever since he stepped into the Forbidden Curse realm, this was the first time he had felt the fear of his life not being in his own hands!

"You can." Daolong shrugged and disappeared from where he stood.

He wasn't some deranged Demon; if the other party wasn't willing, he naturally wouldn't force it.

However, he had originally thought about trading some good things with this guy, but since the other party wasn't willing, what could he do?

(End of chapter)