So the male voice replied: "...How are you going to help me?"
This time, Mo Qing just smiled and didn't speak. The man in green stepped forward and said calmly, his voice like a roaring wave, "I, Jiulian, will help you overthrow this world!"
Today, Luo Jianqing finally knew what those things he had seen and the male voice he had heard in the past were.
Luo Jianqing should have thought about this earlier: how many mythical beasts have there been in the world since the dawn of time? How many divine dragons have there been? A Jinli is already incredibly rare, so who could be that golden dragon, so powerful it far surpasses Jinli? It could only be the Demon Lord Cang Ruo, who reigned supreme over the Xuantian Continent thirty thousand years ago and was revered as the Demon King.
Then everything he sees now should be what happened 30,000 years ago.
Luo Jianqing's heart tightened slightly, and he continued reading.
Since then, Jiulian and Mo Qing have lived on Dragon Island and discussed the matter of seizing the sky with the Demon Lord Cang Ruo.
Before actually seeing these things, Luo Jianqing couldn't believe that there were people in the world with such terrible ambitions.
Jiulian said that the Way of Heaven wasn't necessarily the Great Way. Who said man couldn't conquer Heaven? He would seize Heaven, he would become the Way of Heaven, he would become the master of Heaven. At first, Demon Lord Cang Ruo ignored these crazy words, thinking Jiulian was arrogant. But after they fought, and it ended in a draw, Cang Ruo no longer dared to underestimate him.
However, when they talked about their plan, Luo Jianqing fainted and could not hear anything.
Over the centuries, Cang Ruo summoned the sixty-four demon lords of the demon world and told them of his plan. The sixty-four demon lords were like brothers and sisters, and since Cang Ruo had decided to intervene, the others naturally trusted him and would not object. Furthermore, they all knew that Cang Ruo could achieve immortality. He had remained at the peak of the Celestial Realm for thousands of years, having only held off from ascending so that he could be with his wife.
Why did Cangruo help Jiulian?
He wants his wife to be able to ascend to heaven, and he wants all monsters in the world to be able to become immortals!
The night before the event, Luo Jianqing saw the gentle and serene woman approach Cang Ruo and bury herself in his arms. Her soft voice, like a spring breeze, brushed against his cheek, "Brother Ruo, I don't actually want to become an immortal. I'd be content to be with you for twenty thousand years."
Cang Ruo hugged his wife tightly and sighed, "I haven't shown you the Thirty-Six States, the three dangerous places, the countless beautiful scenery in the world, or the birth of our child... Zi Song, there are only three thousand years left. How can I be willing to part with you?"
The beautiful woman was silent for a long time, then smiled softly. "My lifespan is only twenty-five thousand years, but if I had to choose between falling or going on an adventure with everyone, I would only choose falling. Brother Ruo, if we fail... will we die?"
Cang Ruo's expression changed, and he said calmly: "No, we will not fail. I believe in Jiulian. If it is him, he will definitely succeed!"
On the second day, the sixty-four demon lords set out from the demon realm and arrived at a region north of the human race's Qizhou. There, Luo Jianqing saw many people. Some of them, Luo Jianqing couldn't see clearly, while others looked at the sixty-four demon lords with serious expressions.
In the crowd, Mo Qing smiled warmly, his eyes full of determination.
"Demon Lord Cang Ruo, it's been many years since we last met. I hope you are doing well."
"Mo Qing, has Jiulian gone to prepare?"
"Yes, don't worry, it's foolproof."
The next hundred years were a nightmare that Luo Jianqing would never forget.
Endless divine thunder struck down from the sky, condensing into a bright blood-red. With each strike, powerful beings stepped forward to resist, and then fell. As early as the third year, some people wanted to escape, but they were trapped here, with no other choice but to bite the bullet.
In the ninetieth year, only eight of the more than one hundred venerables of the human race remained.
Of the sixty-four demon lords of the demon race, only four remain.
There was only numbness on everyone's face. A hundred years was not long, but what was long was the thunder that was almost impossible to survive.
"Jiulian! I curse you to be devoured by thousands of ghosts for eternity, and never be able to be reborn!"
"Jiulian! I, Mo Zhen, will not enter the cycle of reincarnation. I curse you so that you cannot become an immortal!"
"Jiulian! You deserve to be hacked into pieces, you villain! I will make you pay with your life!"
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In the end, there were only three people left on this vast land. One was the Demon Lord Cang Ruo who was covered in scars, one was the Demon Lord Zisong who was always protected by Cang Ruo, and the other was Mo Qing who no longer had a smile on his face.
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