Chapter 596: Return to the Netherworld

Everyone has their own fate, everyone has their own life.

Yan Bin returned to his hometown with his mother and restarted his life.

He didn’t know what fate awaited him next.

But as his aunt said, how much worse could it be than his days in the circus?

So his future is bright, and he hopes he will grow into the strong, independent man his aunt expects.

Unlike before, this vast, endless grassland showed no demons at all—only endless grass.

Ye Fantian believed that if he had managed it well back then, the Demon Palace would still exist today, which was why the other had appointed him as the next Demon Lord before vanishing.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Haoyang took a sip of cola, then enlarged the photo as instructed, revealing the name and birth date below.

“Wondering why I laughed?” Qing Hong toyed with a strand of silver hair hanging at his side, his exquisite face flushed from his earlier laughter—so beautiful it stole the breath, so beautiful it struck fear into the heart.

As the bell rang, a wind far more violent than before suddenly surged forth, accompanied by wails and moans of ghosts, sending chills down spines.

Bai Yulan has grown colder toward us; she used to find excuses to bother us, but now she won’t even speak to us—I and Leng Mochen have become invisible to her.

Carrying Bai Shaozi, Tang Tang and Lan Xin ran desperately forward, not looking where they were going—just escaping was enough.

Wu Dao Kuang Tian has occupied this Broken Sun Peak for days on end, so he naturally knows where the Book of Heavenly Weeping is hidden; moreover, his own destiny is the ultimate and most extreme, capable of opening the Book of Heavenly Weeping to uncover its secrets.

Ye Fantian was a latecomer to winemaking, so his craft could not compare to the other’s—but relying on memories from his past life, the liquor he brewed was potent and highly popular among the demon monkeys.

“Ice Fruit, congratulations—you got it right,” Qing Hong arched her dark brows, glancing at the figures on the ground with a cold smile. She found she truly enjoyed watching these people panic, terrified, trembling—she couldn’t wait to see their faces when her and Zi Yue’s true identities were fully revealed.

A voice emerged from the shadow, and upon hearing it, the demonic seed army below raised their heads and let out a long howl, then charged toward Haidu with even fiercer momentum.

After everyone’s teasing, the atmosphere lifted—people toasted, chatted, and all was joyous.

“Why do you think he wanted you to organize this attack?” Hei Jier suddenly laughed.

Yang Jian rested for a while, then stood and walked deeper, seeking the hidden artifact buried within the Ji Xia Academy—something crucial to the outcome of the great battle.

“Don’t worry, you fell asleep during the surgery. No need to be nervous—it’ll just be a bit painful when you wake up. You’re a big boy, don’t be afraid of this stuff.” Wu Gang nodded at the child.

Wang Ge initially felt comforted by Xu Zi’s words—but when he heard the final sentence, sweat broke out on his forehead.

Zheng Hongsheng’s thinking was correct: Zhao Yan’s talent was poor and his cultivation weak—he must be placed at a lower level.

Dumbledore, upon seeing Zhang Chen and hearing he needed help, agreed without a moment’s hesitation.

“That side seems pretty lively,” said a man with long silver hair and a body clad in technological armor, seated on a spaceship, watching the fight below in the forest.

Xia Haoyu gently lifted my chin, and at that moment his lips landed on mine; his hand caressed my face, and he shoved my bag hard from my grip—it fell to the ground at my feet.