Ji Meiling chuckled softly, then swayed her hips and left.
The pace seemed leisurely and slow, but it disappeared into the distance in just a few steps.
Clearly, she had also mastered a remarkable movement technique during her trip to the Mystic Realm of Demons.
"call……"
Yuan Hua breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He considered himself quite skilled at judging people and understanding their intentions.
But these two women,
A seemingly shy and introverted person, but with a sinister and sinister aura hidden within;
She appears to be a seductive woman, yet she is actually cunning and has no trace of frivolity or lust.
These were no ordinary women!
Anyway, Yuan Hua can't see through any of them!
Such a "beauty" could probably only be won over by a monstrous talent like Mo Xie!
Yuan Hua sighed inwardly, "Brother Mo Xie is truly enjoying the blessings of having two women at once!"
Let's go!
He spoke to one of them.
—One of his two fellow disciples died in the trial just now, leaving only one of them.
...
Inside a grand hall.
A young girl dressed in a magnificent sacrificial robe sat cross-legged in the center of the hall.
call out!
An old man's spirit, dressed in a gray robe and whose face was obscured, appeared here.
Curse God!
"Greetings, Senior Curse God!"
The girl slowly rose, and a large robe instantly covered her entire body, leaving only her delicate and tender little head exposed, making her look instantly adorable.
She looked at the old man and bowed slightly.
The God of Curses was slightly surprised. "Little girl, you know me?"
The girl said, "I have heard the patriarch speak of you. It is a pity that hundreds of thousands of years ago, when you, the God of Curses, looked down upon the world with such heroic bearing, I was too young to witness it."
The Curse God sighed wearily, "Where is there any Curse God anymore? This old man is nothing but a lonely soul in this world."
He waved his hand, "Let's not talk about my past glories... I wonder where my old friends are now?"
The girl seemed to know who she was talking about—an old friend of a deity, and naturally, it could only be a deity.
She said softly, "Time changes everything, and our patriarch has passed away."
The God of Curses was slightly taken aback. "Although I have lived in this realm for a long time, I also know the passage of time. Although it has been more than ten thousand years, for that kid... cough, for your ancestor, the time is still short. His lifespan should not be over yet, right?"
The girl remained silent for a few moments, then said something truly shocking: "To be precise, this is a world where gods are forever extinct."
"The gods are gone forever?!"
Even with the composure of a cursed god honed over millennia, he was somewhat taken aback. "Girl, what do you mean by that?"
The girl remained silent for a few moments before answering a question that seemed unrelated: "Senior, are you going out this time?"
The Curse God chuckled and said, "To have such a fine disciple is like finding a rough gem; I wish to protect and polish him."
The girl's voice grew increasingly somber, "I cannot stop you from this journey, senior. However, I must offer you a word of advice..."
"say."
"When the senior descends to earth, you must never mention your identity as the God of Curses, and you must never mention the existence of this secret realm."
"What do you mean by that, little brat?" The Curse God's tone turned serious, already showing a hint of anger. "Although this old man is a lonely, remnant soul, and his divine body is gone, he is not afraid of anyone here!"
The young woman remained composed and sighed, "This is what I wanted to say: why the gods of this world have vanished forever. I hope you will heed my words, senior..."
"And he said."
"This story begins when the Patriarch traveled to the Great Void in spirit..."
"Hehe, that kid has always liked to stir things up. He does what others want to do but haven't yet."
"After the Patriarch's divine journey to the cosmos, a calamity was discovered..."
"..."
After a lengthy narration.
The God of Curses fell silent, his aura fluctuating, clearly indicating that his million-year-old mental state had shattered.
"Hahaha...Good, good, good! What a wonderful 'Gods forever gone,' what a wonderful 'Gods forever gone'!"
His tone was ambiguous, whether it was rage, melancholy, or sorrow...
"Enough, enough. Old friends are gone, and acquaintances have all perished. I am leaving."
After a long laugh, the cursed god waved his hand and departed.
"This humble woman dares to be so bold, senior, please do not..." the girl said loudly, bowing deeply with her petite body.
"When I looked down upon you, you were still nursing, little girl... You bear the weight of an eternal responsibility, so just do your job well."
The ethereal divine voice of the Curse God echoed here, but his figure had already vanished.
"Phew... Talking to these ancient monsters is exhausting!"
The girl exhaled and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.
After a long silence,
She sighed again.
She poked her chubby cheeks with her delicate little hands.
"A responsibility for all ages?"
"But I'm still just a child..."
Shaking his head, the ornaments on his ornate robe jingled.
They focused their attention on the inner heritage of the Demon God Sect.
"A hundred caves within the gate, a hundred traditions."
"The one with the best chance... is also the one in the most danger; who knows which unlucky soul will end up in it."
"Sigh... I'm going to be bored again soon!"
Her fair elbows rested on her lap, and her delicate white hands rested listlessly on her cheekbones.
His tone was one of deep melancholy.
Shouldering heavy responsibilities?
She really is still just a child... even though she's the oldest after the old monsters died.
but……
"call……"
The girl's wistful sigh echoed throughout the hall.
In the end, this young woman bore it all alone...
...
After entering the Demon God Gate.
Mo Xie and a hundred others were located in a huge cave.
The cave is circular, with a series of grottoes within the circle.
If you count them carefully, there are exactly one hundred.
It looks like a scene from ancient times, when architecture was not very advanced, and people lived by carving into the mountains.
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