Chapter 235

Demon Ancestor, Luo Hou!

This is not a simple name, but a forbidden history that is taboo to the Heavenly Dao and forgotten by all living beings in the Three Realms.

It is the terminator of the Dragon-Han First Tribulation, the source of the Dao-Demon struggle, and the supreme existence who dared to compete with Dao Ancestor Patriarch Hongjun for the position of the first Saint of the Primordial World!

He actually retained a wisp of his own Primordial Spirit imprint in this Nine-Demon Tower?

This thought had just arisen, and Su Chen had not yet had time to digest this shocking information, when a change occurred again!

"Buzz——!"

The Nine-Demon Tower, which was already connected to his heart and mind, suddenly erupted with unprecedented terrifying suction.

This suction was not only aimed at Su Chen but also affected the entire secret realm space he was in!

Su Chen felt his Primordial Spirit spin, as if he had been grabbed by an invisible giant hand and fiercely dragged into the deepest part of the Nine-Demon Tower, into the core of the forty-six innate restrictions.

This process was extremely fast; he could not even raise a trace of resistance.

At the same time, outside.

The originally dead secret realm space was completely rioting.

The gray mist that filled heaven and earth, thick and inseparable, seemed to have received some supreme summons, turning into billions of gray airflows, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and like a long whale sucking water, frantically surging toward the nine-layer black tower floating in mid-air.

"Whoosh—! Whoosh—!"

The strong wind whistled, and the entire secret realm was trembling violently.

In just ten or so breaths, the gray demonic mist that had almost swallowed Second Sister Luan, was enough to make Heavenly Immortals shrink back, and could corrode immortals and Primordial Spirits, was swallowed clean by the Nine-Demon Tower!

The secret realm returned to its original appearance.

Cracked dark red land, dead sky, and the nine-layer black tower that was floating quietly and became a bit strange.

Inside the tower, it was another world.

Su Chen's Primordial Spirit, or rather his consciousness, came to a strange space.

There was no up, down, left, or right, no sun, moon, or stars, and he could not even feel the passage of time.

As far as the eye could see, it was boundless gray mist.

It came from the same source as the mist in the secret realm outside, but the mist here was purer, more condensed, and the Dao rhyme of destruction, end, and silence contained within it was a thousand or a hundred times stronger.

However, what made Su Chen feel incomparably astonished was that when his Primordial Spirit was immersed in this ocean of gray mist, the stinging pain of being eroded and polluted that he had expected did not appear.

Not only did it not appear, but there was an indescribable sense of comfort, as if he had returned to his mother's womb.

Every wisp of gray mist carried a sense of closeness, actively surrounding his Primordial Spirit, and even trying to merge into it, nourishing his divine soul.

"This demonic energy... why is it like returning home?"

A ridiculous thought flashed through Su Chen's heart instantly.

"Could it be that I have some hidden Demon Dao bloodline?"

Just then.

The gray mist in front, like a curtain pulled away by invisible hands, slowly scattered to both sides.

A figure walked out step by step from the deepest part of the thick fog.

The person was wearing a simple black robe, with black hair draped over his shoulders, and his face could not be seen clearly, as if shrouded in a layer of eternal shadow.

There was no magic power fluctuation on his body, nor was there any earth-shattering pressure.

He walked over calmly, but it made the entire gray mist space submit to him, as if he were the only master of this place.

The moment Su Chen saw that figure, his body instantly tightened.

Although he could not see his face clearly, he would never recognize the supreme air of looking down on the Three Realms and regarding all things as straw dogs, and the silent Dao rhyme that seemed to want to end everything and let heaven and earth return to chaos!

It was exactly the same as the demon god he saw in the Nine-Demon Tower imprint earlier—Demon Ancestor, Luo Hou!

He actually... was still alive?!

Or rather, still existed in some form within this Nine-Demon Tower?

Su Chen's heart almost stopped beating at this moment.

He had thought of ten thousand possibilities, but he had never thought that he would face this most terrifying forbidden existence of the Primordial Era in this way.

That figure stopped not far from Su Chen's Primordial Spirit.

He slowly raised his head.

A pair of indifferent, hollow eyes that seemed to contain the birth and death of the universe and the end of all things fell on Su Chen.

Su Chen was tense to the extreme, ready to deal with the worst situation at any time.

However, the battle he had expected did not come.

For a long time, the figure looked at Su Chen and began to speak.

"An outsider has come in..." His voice carried no joy or sorrow, and seemed to have no emotion. "It seems that my Dao struggle with Patriarch Hongjun was ultimately a failure."

Su Chen's heart shook violently.

He really was Luo Hou! And this wisp of remaining will seemed to retain clear thinking.

Without waiting for Su Chen to respond, the figure continued to speak to himself.

"Like Pangu opened the sky, and his body turned into the Primordial World. When heaven and earth first opened, a batch of innate living beings were nurtured. This seat was one of them."

His gaze seemed to pierce through Su Chen and look toward that distant era that could not be traced.

"At that time, the Primordial World was still in ignorance. But a group of uninvited guests had long been lurking in the dark."

"Uninvited guests?" Su Chen's Primordial Spirit captured this key word.

"Heh." Luo Hou let out a light laugh of unknown meaning, carrying endless mockery. "It was those chaotic demon gods who were killed by Like Pangu during the opening of the sky but luckily escaped a wisp of remnant soul."

"They were lurking, licking their wounds, like a group of greedy jackals, coveting the supreme Dao fruit left by the Great God Like Pangu after opening the sky."

Luo Hou's voice turned cold suddenly.

"Among them, there was a guy who was unremarkable in the chaos period, and could even be said to be weak. But he was best at forbearance and was also the luckiest. He found something—a fragment of the Creation Jade Plate."

Hearing this, Su Chen's breathing almost stopped.

Creation Jade Plate? That was Dao Ancestor Patriarch Hongjun's treasure of enlightenment.

"With that fragment, he caught a glimpse of the heavenly secrets and also found a shortcut to steal the power of the Primordial World; he actually gained the recognition of the Primordial World."

Luo Hou slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of pure gray demonic energy lingered at his fingertips.

"This seat was born at Mount Mount Wanshou, gathered from all the negative emotions and killing evil spirits between heaven and earth. I was born to control the Dao of destruction and end. My growth speed made him feel threatened."

Su Chen felt his scalp tingle; was this something he could listen to?

It turned out that the truth of the Dao-Demon struggle was a war between invaders and natives.

Patriarch Hongjun, who was respected by later generations as the Dao Ancestor, the head of the Xuan Sect, and the founder of the order of the Three Realms, was actually one of the invaders?

And Luo Hou, who was nailed to the pillar of shame in history and represented evil and destruction, was the "biological son" of the Primordial World?

This ancient secret, if spread out, would be enough to make the entire Three Realms' orthodoxy collapse instantly!

"So, he began to lay out his plan."

There was no hatred in Luo Hou's voice.

"He used the Creation Jade Plate to contact other chaotic demon god remnants lurking in the Primordial World. For example, the one who called himself 'Yin-Yang', and the one who boasted of 'Qiankun'... a group of losers, huddled together for warmth, trying to steal the fruits of victory that did not belong to them."

"They slandered my Dao of destruction as 'Demonic'."

Luo Hou's gaze finally refocused on Su Chen, and a strange luster appeared in those hollow eyes for the first time.

"In the end, they succeeded, triggering the final battle between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, and then blamed it on me. Finally, Patriarch Hongjun, in league with that group of losers, encircled and suppressed me."

"This seat was defeated, body and spirit destroyed, leaving only this wisp of remnant soul, which sank into silence along with the origin of this Nine-Demon Tower."