"He actually... really has my bloodline?"

That's enough.

They were his bloodline, after all; he couldn't bear to kill them.

He sighed softly.

Withdraw your hand.

Yuan Yuan, standing below, was furious and asked persistently, "Are you sick?"

If you've lived to such an old age and don't want to live anymore, you can find a way to die.

Don't bring trouble upon us.

The Lord of Hongmeng glanced at him with his cold eyes before moving on to the clouds.

He sat down lazily under the pear tree again.

Millions of years ago, he was incredibly bored.

He was born in the primordial chaos, and was destined to be the master of the divine realm.

Spending too much time in the Hongmeng world can be boring.

I happened to read a storybook from Shangyu, and it inspired me to write one for myself.

The storybooks were all the torments and tales he could think of.

He has never been in love with anyone.

Aside from the time when Hongmeng was born, a stunningly beautiful woman once perished between heaven and earth.

That glance did touch him somewhat.

The stories he wrote were so convoluted and absurd that his divine consciousness descended to the mortal realm.

Go and experience the myriad trials of the mortal world.

However, during that spiritual training, he became so engrossed in the experience that his soul left his body, leading to his reincarnation as a demon.

He recalled the days and nights he spent with that female cultivator.

I also found it quite interesting.

The demonic beasts that attacked the upper realm were merely his deliberate act.

He was too lazy to do it himself, so he naturally left it to those people.

The lives and deaths of those people were not a big deal to him anyway.

With a wave of his hand, he can create countless sacred realms.

He closed his eyes, but suddenly felt his soul leave his body, as if it were the Demon Lord Chi Yue again.

A female cultivator hugged him and forced him to make love... okay.

His cold gaze seemed to want to kill her.

No matter how unwilling he was, the female cultivator insisted on having him, completely disregarding his displeasure.