Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 2158 The Road to Heaven
"You're actually stronger than the Demonic Daoist..." Demon Deer Ke spat out blood, his eyes showing disbelief for the first time.

What she didn't know was that Yuan Luo, in addition to inheriting all of the Demon Transmission Dao's power, also possessed a heart that even the Demon Ancestor had never had.

The ten yin and ten yang hearts.

Perhaps accepting this outcome, Mo Lu Ke stopped struggling. Looking at Yuan Luo's face, she actually reached out and touched it.

Before his eyes, Yuan Luo's face transformed into the likeness of Demon Deer Ke, who gently stroked him, leaving him momentarily dazed.

Before his death, Demonic Daoist Lu Ke showed no resentment, but his eyes became complicated as he murmured, "Why didn't you take me with you back then? Was I really less important to you than a ten-yin heart?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Lu Ke fell completely silent, and the domineering Ten Yin Ten Yang Heart frantically absorbed the immortal power in her body into Yuan Luo's body.

Yuan Luo, who already possessed the combat power of a peak Immortal Venerable, has now increased his strength by a significant margin.

Black Eye City was deathly silent.

The Seven Lords, the supreme beings of the Demon Clan, all perished in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The residual force of that punch that killed Demon Deer Ke swept across the entire arena like a raging storm, lingering for a long time.

Countless demon cultivators trembled in fear, not daring to utter a single breath.

The first to react was Modi.

He knelt on one knee, his fist pressed tightly against his chest, his voice loud yet filled with awe: "Modi is willing to dedicate his body, his blood, and his life to serving you as my master, and to be loyal to you for all eternity!"

As soon as this was said, others followed suit.

"We are willing to follow the Demon Lord!"

"Long live the Demon Lord!"

The roar of voices rose and fell, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, shaking the heavens. Countless demon cultivators knelt down in unison, swearing an oath to the new king with the utmost sincerity.

However, Yuan Luo seemed not to hear it at all and did not care.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had completed his mission, he left everyone behind, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the sky, leaving behind only bewildered onlookers.

Da Yin Mountain.

Yuan Luo returned to the cave immediately and met Mo Chuandao.

The Demonic Preacher sat quietly on the futon, his breath already extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

But when he saw Yuan Luo return and the overwhelming aura surrounding him, a long-lost light ignited in his eyes.

"Master, I have avenged you. Now you should tell me how to revive Huiji, right?" Yuan Luo was much more composed, but the urgency in his voice was still evident.

"Good!" The Demonic Preacher's voice was hoarse, but he laughed heartily. "This matter is settled, and I can die in peace."

Yuan Luo's heart skipped a beat, and his voice trembled: "What about your promise?"

The Demonic Transmission remained silent, then sighed deeply and asked in return, "I have transferred all my power to you. Don't you know whether I can resurrect the dead?"

These words made Yuan Luo's hand tremble. How could he not have an answer in his heart?
However, his obsession with reviving Huiji led him to harbor a sliver of unrealistic fantasy.

"I understand." In an instant, Yuan Luo deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping to the ground. "Then what's the point of me becoming stronger?"

Seeing his dejected appearance, Mo Chuandao slapped him hard across the face and cursed, "I thought you had really transformed, but you're still the same piece of trash. You think becoming stronger is meaningless? Then why don't you die with the woman you love? If you don't dare, don't pretend to be so affectionate in front of me!" Yuan Luo raised his palm in a daze, and a surge of immortal power condensed. He was actually planning to commit suicide.

Snapped!
Another slap landed, and Mo Chuandao gripped Yuan Luo's sleeve tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, drawing blood. "How can I possibly make you understand!"

After saying this, Mo Chuandao bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. He pointed his finger into the air, and the world suddenly darkened. Countless ancient runes appeared before him, intertwining to form a black coffin.

The coffin slowly opened, revealing the body of a woman lying peacefully inside, her face serene, as if she were simply asleep.

“Huiji!” Yuan Luo’s throat tightened, and he reached out his hand with trembling hands.

The demonic master spoke with difficulty: "I have very little essence left, enough to keep her body from decaying. Although I know it's impossible to revive her, at least I can leave you with something to remember me by."

At this point, his body trembled violently, and the life force within him receded like a tide.

Only then did Yuan Luo realize that Mo Chuandao was exhausted and rushed forward to help him up.

"We've only had a month-long master-disciple relationship, but I feel that you have some resemblance to the Demon Ancestor, kid. I won't walk the path with you from now on."

Before he could finish speaking, the Demonic Preacher's figure suddenly turned into ashes and scattered with the wind.

"Master!" Yuan Luo reached out his hand, but this time he still couldn't grasp anything.

At that moment, he seemed to have transformed back into that powerless boy.

"Who? Come out!"

Yuan Luo's superior perception allowed him to keenly sense the aura behind him, and he spoke without turning his head.

Deep footsteps sounded, and Modi emerged from the dark corner. "I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean to interfere in your private affairs. Please be mindful, the demon race still needs your leadership."

Yuan Luo remained silent.

After a moment's hesitation, Modi spoke up: "My lord, the method of resurrection of the dead... I might know."

"Don't try to fool me with these lies," Yuan Luo said without looking up.

The world is balanced, and life and death are inherently unchangeable.

For example, the Heavenly Reincarnation Technique that Su Bujin once practiced seemed to be able to revive the dead, but in reality, it came at the cost of damaging his own soul. This is why Su Bujin dared not use this technique again. To put it bluntly, it was just robbing Peter to pay Paul.
"I swear, this is no empty promise," Mo Di solemnly assured him. "This method is related to the Great Emperor of Fengdu!"

Yuan Luo suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "Speak!"

Mo Di stared at him and slowly said, "Back then, the Emperor of Fengdu defied the heavens to resurrect his mortal wife, creating the Six Paths of Reincarnation and mastering the ultimate power of life and death. As for the result, the world has no way of knowing."

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation..." Yuan Luo murmured softly, his eyes gradually burning with desire.

Mo Di continued, "My lord, what I want to say is that your cultivation is now extraordinary and your combat power is unparalleled. You are only one step away from becoming the Great Emperor of Fengdu. If you can take another step forward and break through your limits, you may really be able to embark on the path that the Great Emperor of Fengdu did not complete and defy fate!"

Yuan Luo's eyes no longer held dejection, but shone with hope: "A direct path to heaven?"

Moments later, Yuan Luo was enveloped in soaring demonic flames, his aura even more terrifying than before, and his eyes no longer held any fear. A true demon lord was born from this moment.

"Are you really willing to follow me?"

Modi's eyes burned with fervor. He knelt on one knee and solemnly declared, "For all eternity, I will be loyal to my lord!"