"Fortunately, you weren't fooled in the end, which gave me a chance to save yourself." The Spirit King's lips gradually curled into a smile, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"In that case, I should thank King Ling properly." Thousand Buddha said, turning slightly and bowing to King Ling with clasped hands.

"No need for that, please get up." Although he spoke politely, his face was arrogant, and he did not offer his hands to help her up.

Qianfo was somewhat embarrassed and had no choice but to stand up himself.

"So, in fact, this tool isn't necessarily fatal to people like us who cherish ourselves. It's only deadly against those hypocritical, pretentious fools, and our enemies are just that kind of people." The Spirit King spoke eloquently, seemingly quite satisfied with his creation.

"The Spirit King wouldn't tell me that this is the tool you mentioned, would he?" Thousand Buddha shook his head and spread his hands, indicating that he couldn't understand.

"Yes, it's him,"

"Oh, so this is the tool that the Spirit King mentioned, the tool that can capture others?" Thousand Buddha looked disdainful. What advantage could a monster from a blood pool possibly have?

Seeing the Demon King Qianfo's disdainful expression, the Spirit King grinned coldly, "His destructive power is far more than what you see. He is an illusionary demon I created myself. However, as I said, he is still out of control. It was the Demon King who ignored my words and deliberately provoked him. It is a blessing for the Demon King to be standing here now. Does the Demon King not know? If you had been deceived by the illusion just now, you would have already entered the blood pool and turned into blood. How could you still be standing in front of me?"

"phantom?"

“Demon King, Demon King,” the Spirit King said, his expression softening as he shook his head and sighed, “I don’t need to guess to know that you must have seen someone just now. If that person was trying to take you to the Blood Pool, what else could it be but an illusion?”

"Oh, it seems I really was confused." Recalling the scene just now, the Demon King was somewhat embarrassed, but then his eyes turned cold and his face turned ashen. "You're right, I saw it just now. That wretched woman, she really did try to drag me into the pool."

"The Demon King is actually a sentimental man,"

"Please excuse me. Love has always brought only regret. I am not one to be a lovelorn person. Besides, I..." The Demon King almost blurted out the fact that he had been hurt by Crescent Moon in the past.

Fortunately, he stopped talking in time.

"There's no such thing as love or affection in this world. Only by loving yourself can you do whatever you want and get what you desire."

“The Spirit King is right,” the Demon King nodded. “Then I hope we can cooperate happily from now on.”

"Alright, it's a pleasure to cooperate, Firebird!" Upon hearing this, the Spirit King shouted towards the surrounding area, and the mist around him dissipated.

"Whoosh!" A pair of fiery red wings rushed in, and with a fold, a relatively large crimson firebird stood before them.

"Please." The Spirit King raised his hand.

"Then I'll take my leave." The Demon King nodded, stepping onto the firebird's wing.

"Whoosh!" The firebird spread its wings, which lengthened to more than four meters on each side.

He dashed into the mist with astonishing speed, and Thousand Buddhas instinctively closed their eyes. They heard the whooshing wind in their ears, and in the blink of an eye, the wind speed decreased. Thousand Buddhas opened their eyes and saw the firebird had stopped and was standing on the ground.

The flat ground before them was the same mountaintop outside the cave when they entered, but now, standing before the boulder and looking up at the vast expanse, it was already dawn...