If it weren't for the wisp of his demonic soul imprint left behind in the Demon Palace, he would probably have had no chance of being resurrected. Even so, it still took him thousands of years.
If it weren't for the little fox that nurtured his soul getting into trouble, he would have returned with peak strength a hundred years later, following the established path.
But everything was ruined by a little vixen who appeared out of nowhere.
The Demon Lord angrily waved his hands a few times, but the hall remained calm, without a trace of energy passing through. He finally recognized reality.
His power was taken away by that strange witch.
Yin Huan nudged Luo Mang, turned around, and asked in a clear voice, "Big brother, is this the Demon Prince? Are we mistaken? He seems to have something wrong with his head."
There is definitely a problem.
He was gesturing wildly, like he was jumping rope; he looked even crazier than a madman.
“No mistake, he is a Demon Prince. However… judging from his appearance, he must have had his head chopped off by Tengshe before.” Luo Mang stroked his chin, pondering for a while.
It's definitely this person. As for why he went crazy, who knows?
Silver Ring: "Why was he so excited when he saw you?"
Luo Mang continued rubbing his chin and said, "He mistook me for the previous generation of Tengshe."
"He has no sense of propriety. He can't even tell his own enemy apart." Yin Huan pouted. "Forget it, ignore him. Huo Fei, arrange for someone to open the Gates of Hell and let Yama, the King of Hell, take this guy away. Oh, and remember to tell him to make sure he's reincarnated as a pig."
Yin Huan gave him another reminder.
Animals also have spirits. If we don't treat them like poultry and kill them once a year, once they become enlightened, they can easily escape the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn to cultivate themselves.
Silver Ring's idea was perfectly reasonable, and everyone agreed with it.
Those who dare to stir up trouble in the world should be prepared for retaliation.
This guy is already lucky; at least he has the chance to be reincarnated. His demon soldiers and generals weren't so lucky. Once they died, their bodies and souls dissipated, turning into energy to give back to the earth.
The once mighty Demon Prince, having just escaped the place that had confined him for a year, was sent to the animal realm before he even had the strength to unleash his power.
From then on, they were reduced to livestock to be slaughtered once a year.
The Demon Prince was forcibly packaged up by Silver Ring and handed over to Yama, the King of Hell. His fate as the leader of his clan was completely unexpected. Given a choice, a Demon King of his stature would never have chosen such a death.
On the vast sea, a desolate island trembled with unease the instant the Demon Prince's soul was cast into the animal realm by Yama.
The island seemed to have lost its support, tilting and swaying, with huge rocks rolling down. Inside the caves on the island, demonic mist churned, and a group of strange-looking creatures poured out of the caves in a frenzy.
The pitch-black demonic mist lost control at that moment, shooting straight into the sky and instantly covering the entire sky.
The azure sky was filled with swirling clouds, which surged wildly like a scene from the apocalypse.
"Matchmaker, release the Demon Lord's physical body and proceed steadily into the passage," the Demon Lord said urgently, standing in mid-air.
Upon hearing this, the matchmaker hurriedly responded, and behind her, a dark, deep hole suddenly appeared.
A black hole took shape, and a colossal object slowly emerged from within it.
The thing resembled a human figure, standing ten zhang tall. Its pockmarked, ferocious face had a pair of deep red eyes; its open mouth was like a gaping maw, as if it could swallow everything in the world.
This is—the demonic body of the Demon Prince.
As soon as the demonic body squeezed out of the black hole, the Demon Lord roared and immediately exerted his power, shoving the demonic body violently toward the isolated island.
The moment the demonic body landed on the isolated island, demons sprang up everywhere, their demonic energy spreading out in all directions, frantically trying to support the island that was about to sink.
The isolated island returned to peace.
The demons who were jolted out were utterly astonished.
"What happened?" A hoarse, aged voice rang out from among the demons.
In mid-air, the Demon Lord's face darkened, and he said angrily, "The Demon Lord's soul has been damaged."
"How could this be? The Demon Lord's aura, demonic souls..." permeate the Demon Cave.
"Report... Lord Demon Lord, something terrible has happened! The Demon Palace has collapsed."
Just as the question arose, a hurried voice suddenly rang out from the other side of the cave. The message brought by the voice startled everyone present.
Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord's eyes widened, and with a twist of his body, he suddenly disappeared into mid-air.
The demon king hurriedly fled back to his lair.
Demon Palace, Demon Palace.
That represents the entire demon race, and is of extraordinary significance. It was built with the demons' own magic power at the very beginning of the Demon Palace's creation, and is a symbol of the demon royal family.
The collapse of the Demon Palace proves that the Demon Lord has lost all his magical power and his demonic soul has vanished.
How could this be? Why did the Demon Palace vanish into nothingness?
impossible.
The Demon Lord is the emperor of their demon race, his demonic power is unfathomable, and he is incapable of dying. Even Tengshe couldn't completely kill their Demon Lord, so who has that ability now?
The bald monk at Luohan Temple is nothing more than a mere mortal; he has absolutely no ability to annihilate the demonic soul of the Demon Palace.
Who is it? Who is it?
Author's Note: Dear readers, I'll be on my way home all day tomorrow, so there will be no update for the day. I'll continue the day after tomorrow.
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