The old man's eyes were open, but they were lifeless, his pupils filled only with a gloomy, dark darkness.
A thick aura of death emanated from him.
In other words,
The old man who flew away is dead!
but,
No one in the room was surprised.
She simply looked at him calmly.
The old man ignored everyone and landed in front of the Demon God Monument.
The powerful figures from the six major forces, including the Grand Elder, all bowed to the old man.
The old man ignored them and, as if acting on instinct, slowly approached the Demon God Stele.
Just as he was about to come into contact with the Demon God's Stele
The Demon God Stele seemed to sense something.
It emitted a faint black light.
Then, it transformed into a ripple, just like water.
The old man walked stiffly into the ripples and entered the mystical realm of the demon.
The Demon God Monument calmed down once more.
It remains ancient and majestic.
Moye was very close, so she heard it clearly.
The Grand Elder shook his head. "Even that old ghost has passed away..."
Representatives from the other six major powers also expressed their regret.
"When I last saw this senior uncle, he seemed to be in good health."
"Time flies. Your last time was only a few decades ago, but for this kind of senior, it is already their final years."
"well!"
"..."
"Wow, it's the ancestor!"
A mournful cry came from the camp of a certain faction.
A somber atmosphere instantly filled the room.
...
Turning into spring mud to better protect the flowers...
As Mo Xie witnessed everything, this line of poetry unconsciously came to mind.
In the Demon Realm,
All powerful cultivators who have achieved success in the demonic path must be at least at the Emperor Realm or above.
At the time of his death, he sat in meditation.
They will all be drawn back to the mystical realm of the demons—just like the deceased in the Imperial Realm just now.
Since the appearance of the Mystic Realm,
Over thousands of years,
This situation has been ongoing!
But strangely enough...
The Demonic Mystic Realm did not contain the numerous remains of supreme demonic cultivators.
The body of the powerful figure mysteriously disappeared.
However, his legacy will appear somewhere in the mystical realm of the demons.
As for what mysterious secrets it holds...
No one can know!
After the powerful pass away, they return to the mysterious realm of the demons, leaving behind their legacy for future generations.
So Mo Xie inexplicably thought of the poem "Turning into spring mud to protect the flowers".
In the demonic path,
This mysterious phenomenon is called "entry into the country".
It means to enter the mystical realm of magic.
Countless demonic cultivators have spent their entire lives cultivating.
What is intended,
It's just an "entry" process!
This is both their pursuit of realms above the Imperial Realm and their wish to die peacefully in their old age.
But,
Reaching the Emperor Realm or higher through cultivation is extremely difficult.
Dying a natural death is an even greater luxury in the cruel world of demonic cultivation!
At least,
Mo Xie has been in the Demon God's Palace for several years.
Although I've always heard rumors that powerful individuals will enter the country,
But this was the first time he had met him.
"Even those in the Emperor Realm, who possess lifespans of hundreds of years, will eventually perish upon entering this realm?"
Mo Xie clenched his fist, feeling a strange sense of melancholy.
This sense of melancholy lasted only a moment before vanishing completely.
As the saying goes, good people don't live long, while bad people live forever!
"I'm going to be the worst villain ever!"
Mo Xie shook his head and smiled.
...
Because of the arrival of that powerful expert at the Imperial Realm.
There was a touch of sadness in the atmosphere.
"Life and death are predestined; we, the demonic path, should have understood this long ago!"
"This senior gentleman died of a natural death; you should be happy for him!"
The temple's Grand Elder proclaimed in a loud voice, "Therefore, little demon cubs, there is no need for sorrow!"
A tall, burly man with horns roared like thunder, "A bunch of sheep droppings! With emotions like that, what the hell are you going to do in this mystical realm? Going in is just asking for death! You might as well just slit your own throats!"
These sheep droppings are utterly ridiculous... they're not even as good as those little devil cubs!
Those younger generations in the Warcraft Mountains are truly blessed.
Mo Xie's eyebrows twitched: This... truly befits an uncivilized savage beast!
This powerful figure is from the Monster Mountain Range, one of the six major powers. Monsters are known for their crude and vulgar manner of speaking and behaving, and are often referred to as "uncivilized savages".
However, although the language is crude
But it really works!
The scene shifted from sorrow to tranquility.
Everyone's expression turned serious.
—You should know that although the Demonic Mystic Realm is a sacred place for the cultivation of the demonic path and has countless inherited treasures, the mortality rate is extremely high!
There were tens of thousands of people present, and who knows how many will die!
And that could very well include you and me!
now,
Only then did the atmosphere become somewhat tense, as if they were about to enter a mystical magical realm.
The Grand Elder nodded to the powerful demon beast.
Instead of giving a speech, he announced directly: "Little demon cubs, get ready! The Demon Realm will officially open after an incense stick has burned!"
Moye yawned and stretched.
Is it finally about to begin?
...
P.S. Writing this chapter suddenly made me realize: life is short, and regardless of wealth or poverty, there is only one end. So why not seize the moment and do what makes you happiest: read novels, listen to music, play games... in short, make the most of your time! I will continue to work hard to write down the dreams that we all yearn for but cannot attain in words.
Then, Lao Yun also wants to say to those children who have lost important people: Don't be sad. Just like the saying goes, "They will turn into spring mud to protect the flowers," they will be watching over you from a faraway yet close place!
Happy Lantern Festival to everyone! May your old friends still be here, your loved ones always by your side, and may you all be reunited in a joyous reunion!
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