Chapter 93: Luo Hou Arrives: The First Gathering of the Demonic Faction

Stealing right in front of my face.

Shen Ni, who prided himself on being heartless, finally felt what it was like to be a dark demonic god.

This guy is truly heartless!

“Thief, stop right there!”

Shen Ni roared and seized the World-Ending Mill, chasing after Xiang Xuanqing.

Xiang Xuanqing didn’t steal that World-Ending Treasure.

This thing had already been refined by Shen Ni; even if you killed him, it wouldn’t drop any gear—the treasure would simply flee on its own.

Rather than expend effort for nothing trying to seize it, better to just take the eye of the Destruction Demon God directly.

Go into the Dao Realm to digest the Destruction Demon God’s Dao, and next time dealing with the World-Ending Mill will be easier.

“It’s not your eye, why are you so worked up?”

This remark made Shen Ni laugh bitterly, and he retorted: “It’s not your eye, so why did you steal it?”

“I feel like it!”

“If you’ve got the guts, go take it back!”

Xiang Xuanqing raised his hand, and the Black-Gold Emperor Sword slashed through the air, unleashing boundless Daoic might that tore open this Dao domain and forcibly dragged Shen Ni back into reality.

“Goodbye, goodbye.”

“If you’re looking for trouble, someone will deal with you—enjoy yourself.”

Having obtained what he wanted, Xiang Xuanqing made no further effort to pursue Shen Ni and turned to leave.

After all, you can’t kill him, and dealing with the World-Ending Mill is exhausting.

Fighting Shen Ni is better left to professionals.

“Shen Ni, we meet again.”

“What kind of death do you want today?”

A calm yet domineering voice echoed through the Chaos, and a vast demonic sky emerged from the Chaos.

Luo Hou held the God-Slaying Spear, boundless killing aura surging across time and space.

“I’m just here to do some business, and you’re jumping around in front of me?”

“Speak up—are you trying to add more work to my plate?” Luo Hou was deeply displeased with Shen Ni’s antics.

He was preparing things for the Opening of Heaven’s Demonic Cataclysm.

This fellow Shen Ni causing trouble on the territory of the “Second Demon Ancestor”—isn’t that delaying their demonic path’s grand rise?

No need to argue—kill him!

Demonic clouds churned, demonic thunder rolled.

The God-Slaying Spear struck out fiercely, its roar like the cry of dragon and tiger, its momentum making Chaos churn, its might causing Shen Ni’s face to pale!

Xiang Xuanqing turned back, watching Shen Ni crushed under the vast demonic sky, his eyes smiling.

I wasted so much time on you.

That’s because I was waiting for Luo Hou.

What were you waiting for?

“Luo Hou, why are you everywhere?!”

Shen Ni’s head throbbed the moment he saw Luo Hou—this guy was even more annoying than Hong Jun and Yang Mei.

He’d died in Luo Hou’s hands more times than he’d been killed by Hong Jun and Yang Mei combined.

“This weapon I hold is called God-Slaying—nothing more, nothing less—it’s specifically made to kill you.”

Luo Hou was always this blunt.

The terrifying offensive power of the God-Slaying Spear forced Shen Ni to retreat again and again.

This surprised Xiang Xuanqing.

“The name ‘Supreme Treasure’ truly lives up to its reputation—it can withstand the killing blows of a Luo Jinxian without being instantly obliterated.”

When Xiang Xuanqing saw Shen Ni crush himself with the World-Ending Mill, then repeatedly revive and fight Luo Hou again, he was stunned.

You can do that?

As long as you end yourself first, your opponent can never truly kill you, right?

Xiang Xuanqing gained new appreciation for Shen Ni’s resilience and durability.

Even Luo Hou was amused by this self-chosen death method.

“Is this the World-Ending Mill—or the Corpse-Annihilating Mill?”

“Since it’s a Supreme Treasure, it naturally has Supreme Treasure’s unique functions—what’s it to you?”

Shen Ni was stubborn as ever—he killed himself, then revived again.

Who says “world-ending” must mean destroying a world?

Isn’t applying it to oneself the same thing?

Annihilate yourself, reboot a new era, the Mill turns, everything begins anew!

How is this not world-ending?

As long as he doesn’t die at Luo Hou’s hands, he can keep fighting!

“Come on, kill me! Don’t think just because you’re a Luo Jinxian I’m afraid of you!”

“I, Shen Ni, am no pushover!”

Shen Ni displayed astonishing toughness and survivability.

In Biyou Heaven, Ming He sighed in awe.

“This is even more useful than my Blood Spirit Sons.”

Jing Yao Shang Zun nodded: “Supreme Treasures really are impressive.”

As Xiang Xuanqing put it: as long as your mind doesn’t slide, anything can be made to work.

And here, Shen Ni had pushed the World-Ending Mill to new heights.

“Everyone, disperse.”

Xiang Xuanqing shook his head: “Luo Hou’s just playing with him.”

In the past, before Luo Hou opened Heaven and attained Luo Jinxian status,

you could still watch for entertainment.

Now? If Luo Hou weren’t just looking for amusement, he’d have sent Shen Ni to his grave long ago.

Xiang Xuanqing pulled Xiang Yuchen back to the Time-Space Lake and resumed fishing.

Meng Wu You, Ming He, and Jing Yao were still watching.

But after a while, they saw no other tricks from Shen Ni.

Luo Hou declared: “A good performance deserves reward!”

One spear sent him on his way.

The World-Ending Mill, wrapped in Shen Ni’s true spirit, fled.

“What was I expecting?” Ming He sighed: “I thought Shen Ni might have some other tricks—turns out, that’s all?”

“Be satisfied.”

Meng Wu You offered a fair assessment: “Holding out this long is already impressive.”

“At least, facing a Luo Jinxian, he dares to fight, dares to kill, talks back, pulls stunts, and even escapes in the end.”

“Across the Hong Huang Zhen Jie, this is already an extraordinary achievement.”

Do you really think anyone can be a “terrorist”?

Shen Ni causes so much destruction and still survives—his strength must be acknowledged.

Ming He clicked his tongue, still unsatisfied: “I was hoping for a twist—Shen Ni reversing fate, killing the Luo Jinxian, slaughtering the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou.”

“Friend, that idea of yours is dangerous.”

Luo Hou suddenly appeared beside Ming He, smiling amiably.

Ming He chuckled awkwardly: “I was just thinking—having thoughts isn’t a crime.”

“That’s true,” Luo Hou nodded lightly.

“But—” He dragged out a long pause: “Don’t let me catch any of your thoughts ending up in some unknown tributary of the Time-Space River.”

“If a passing whim causes some other timeline to spawn scenes that shouldn’t exist, don’t blame me for being merciless.”

“How could I?” Ming He grinned: “We’re all close Dao friends.”

“Don’t you know me? In the Weiyuan, I’m the most honest.”

“I’d never do things like writing scripts for tributaries of the Time-Space River, manipulating timelines, fabricating false histories for Dao friends? Impossible!”

“I hope so,” Luo Hou looked at Ming He with deep meaning.

The denizens of You Ming never do anything in the mortal realm.

One and all, they always leave you seeing black.

And writing little scripts for others? That’s the most common prank among primordial spirits.

Though only those who reach Luo Jinxian can transcend time and space, free from the Time-Space River’s constraints,

even Tai Yi Dao Masters can still play tricks within the Time-Space River.

The primordial Time-Space River carries too much karma, its backlash too strong—it’s inconvenient to mess with.

But which Tai Yi Dao Master doesn’t run wild in the various tributaries?

The Hong Huang Zhen Jie has no Tian Dao, let alone Tian Shu.

Each primordial deity is unique; they themselves are their own destiny.

Once outside the Honghuang Zhen Jie, do whatever you want.

For instance, go into a tributary of the Time-Space River and fabricate a timeline, crafting a low-tier Honghuang according to your own ideas—wouldn’t that be effortless?

Then craft a Tian Dao and write your ideas into it; tweak and revise until it becomes the grand trend of Tian Dao.

Write whatever you want to see; invent the dark history of whoever you desire.

Just as there are official histories, there are also unofficial ones.

Isn’t that perfectly normal?

Don’t even mention writing a small script like “Shen Ni makes a comeback and beats Luo Hou”;

even if you create something grand like “Head-butting Buzhou Mountain and re-forging Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind,” it’s not impossible.

Of course, this is undeniably satisfying—but there’s one small problem: if the original owners find out, you’ll likely be killed.

If you’re unlucky and cause a big disturbance, and a group of original owners discover you, it won’t be as simple as just being killed.

You’ll be cast into the Mother River of Time-Space, nailed shut in a coffin, and never rise again for eternity.

Those who dare write scripts for Da Luo Zunzhe either already have their grave prepared—don’t wait for the Zunzhe to dig it for you—

or they’ve become Da Luo themselves.

“For now, just think about it—I’ll write secretly later.”

Ming He silently looked forward to the day he would become Da Luo.

After defeating Shen Ni and looting some gear, Bi You Tian held a fishing tournament.

Everyone got their own fishing spot; this time, only food was to be caught.

“This counts as our first gathering as the Mo Dao; let’s build some rapport first.”

“Plants and flowers are fine, rare and exotic beasts are fine, primordial ingredients are fine!”

“But don’t catch anything else—if anyone catches something inedible, they’re responsible for stoking Jing Yao’s furnace.”

Xiang Xuanqing loudly announced the rules and specified the punishment.

Jing Yao responded cheerfully: “That’s perfect!”

Then everyone happily went fishing.

Not long after, they pulled up a pile of strange and bizarre things.

Among them, Xiang Xuanqing, Luo Hou, and Jing Yao had caught the most.

Primordial ingredients were pulled from the Time-Space Lake as if they were free.

This left Yu Chen Daojun stunned.

Are you that lucky?

Isn’t this way over budget?

Are you not planning to live out the rest of your life?

Then Meng Wu You told him the real reason—these guys were cheating.

Each of them had Gong De Tian Dao!

Adding a bit of luck to themselves? That’s effortless.

“If Ming He Dao You also has Gong De Tian Dao, why hasn’t he caught anything?”

Yu Chen Daojun glanced at Ming He’s side, where the Great Dao Net hung—his haul was worse than that of someone without any cheat.

“Sigh, this is a long story,” Ming He sighed, explaining his De Te Tian Dao to Yu Chen Daojun.

After hearing it, Yu Chen Daojun couldn’t suppress his smile.

“Dao You … Dao You really…”

“Go ahead and laugh,” Ming He said indifferently.

“Puh~~ Hahaha!!”

Yu Chen Daojun couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

Truly, the world is vast, full of wonders beyond imagination.

Turning Gong De Tian Dao into something so abstract had opened Yu Chen Daojun’s eyes.

“But Dao You ’s Sha Yun Tian Dao is somewhat similar to my Great Dao’s influence.”

Yu Chen Daojun’s Great Dao seeks light amid calamity.

In more familiar terms: when calamity descends, he carves out a thread of hope for all beings.

Thus, his path is to become supreme in the Final Calamity!

Therefore, it’s similar to Ming He’s De Te Tian Dao—where killing carries fortune, and fortune carries killing.

The difference is, Yu Chen Daojun enters calamity willingly; Ming He’s is passive.

“Ploosh~~”

Ming He’s fishing rod twitched.

He reeled it in—it was a stone.

The same stone Xiang Xuanqing had caught earlier.

“Alright, the contest is over!”

Xiang Xuanqing declared the fishing tournament a perfect success.

Jing Yao Shangzun patted Ming He on the shoulder: “Ming He Tongzi, make sure you stoke Master’s furnace well!”

Everyone laughed.

“Who will handle these ingredients?”

“I will,” Luo Hou volunteered.

Xiang Xuanqing was surprised: “Dao You knows cooking?”

Luo Hou tilted his chin slightly, proudly saying: “The power of Da Luo is limitless.”

“Perfect!” Xiang Xuanqing immediately applauded.

“To taste a meal prepared by the Ancestor of the Mo Dao—we are truly honored.”

“Yes, yes, an immense honor!” Everyone eagerly anticipated.

Who had ever seen the peerless culinary skills of the Mo Dao’s founding ancestor?

Even a small script wouldn’t dare write this!

For a time, Bi You Tian rang with laughter and song, joy unceasing.

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