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In the earthly immortal world, at the easternmost part of Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a peak piercing the clouds.

The name of this peak is "Wantui Cliff". It is not only majestic and towering, but also has rugged and hideous rocks.

In the entire earthly immortal world, this place is not famous.

But among all the Heavenly Lords, this place is like thunder to their ears.

Because this "Wantei Cliff" is the location of the Taoist temple of "Da Meng Tianjun", a senior official of the Demon Court in the past.

The true form of Lord of the Great Dreams is an eighteen-winged golden cicada with the blood of primordial chaos in his body. He is the greatest demon since the creation of the world that can sneak into dreams!

Even if the Demon Court was destroyed, Lord Dayong was still roaming freely between heaven and earth.

Today, Lord Dayeng sat in the center of an altar made of 36,000 cicada shells.

These cicada shells exude a warm luster and are piled up layer by layer like a crystal clear hill.

Each cicada shell is a light golden color, with some fine lines and spots remaining on it.

These cicada shells are not only the shells shed by the Great Dream Lord, but also the witness of his long life of three million years.
And because of the power of the Great Dream Lord, each piece of cicada shell can be regarded as a treasure, named "Heavenly Cicada Shell".

Once the "Heavenly Cicada Cloth" is refined, it can have the effect of dying in a substitute's place.

This means that Lord Da Meng can use this "Heavenly Cicada Clothes" to bear a fatal blow instead of himself, thus gaining the effect of immortality.

Three million years have passed, and Lord Da Meng has been accumulating and settling down continuously during these long years.

Now, he finally owns a total of 36,000 pieces of "Heavenly Cicada Cloth".
This means that if you want to kill him, you have to kill him 36,000 times!

The Great Dream Lord murmured to himself: "The Demon Court cannot be destroyed, and the position of the Demon Emperor cannot be vacant..."

His gaze traversed the endless void and looked into the distance, as if he could see the glorious scene of the former demon court.

Since the fall of the Demon Court, both the Lich and the Wizard races have become extremely weak in an instant.

The glory and splendor of the past have now vanished like a passing cloud, leaving behind only endless loneliness and regret.

As a former important official of the Demon Court, Lord Dameng found it even more difficult to let go.

He often recalled the heyday of the Demon Court. At that time, the demons were able to command all directions and dominate the world, and no one could contend with them.

That was the most glorious era for the demon race, and also the time when he was most proud.

However, time flies, and the demons today are no longer as brave as they once were.

But Lord Da Meng always has an obsession in his heart, which is to recover the demon court and make the demon race great again!
He clearly remembered the scene during the heyday of the Demon Court. That was the most glorious era for the demon race, when they commanded all directions and dominated the world.

Therefore, his biggest dream now is to rebuild the Demon Court and become the Demon Emperor!

In the legend of the demon race, there is only one way to become a demon emperor, and that is to obtain the treasure of the former demon emperor, which also represents the innate treasure of the demon race.
Donghuang Bell!
So the Great Dream Lord accumulated 36,000 pieces of "Heavenly Cicada Cloth" for 3 million years.
He also planned to use it to calculate the location of the Donghuang Bell.

At this moment, 36,000 cicada shells suddenly floated up and slowly lined up.

They move in a mysterious trajectory, gradually outlining the shape of the constellations in the sky, as if they were echoing the stars in the sky.

"It's been three million years... I don't know if I can calculate the location of the Donghuang Bell."

The Great Dream Lord muttered to himself,

At this moment, as the cicada wings gradually faded and disappeared, a piece of information also fell into the mind of Lord Da Meng.

“It’s here…”

Lord Da Meng vomited a mouthful of golden blood and his body shook violently.

"Three million years of cultivation...it's worth it."

His voice was like a candle in the wind, so weak that it was almost inaudible.

But the fanaticism contained in it was like a raging fire, making his eyes red!

Burning all the cicada shells meant that all his hard training over the past three million years would be in vain at this moment.
But he did not hesitate, because only in this way could he find the whereabouts of the Donghuang Bell.

As the cicada's wings burned, the power in his body poured out like a flood.

His body also began to tremble, as if he was in great pain.

However, his eyes were always fixed on the front, with no intention of retreating.

Lord Da Meng slowly closed his eyes, feeling the strength in his body rapidly draining away, but he did not feel the slightest regret in his heart.

In order to pursue his obsession, he is willing to give up everything, even his own life.

……

Seven days later, a crack appeared in the void, and the figure of Lord Da Meng emerged from it.

In front of his eyes, there was a huge crack.

Countless flickering evil spirits floated on the surface of the crack, like ghost fires surging in the Styx.

Lord Da Meng stared at the crack and took a deep breath.

He trembled as he took out a piece of cicada molt that was not completely burned. The cicada molt was glowing with a faint golden light and a trace of the power of heaven remained.
This is the cicada shell he has nurtured in the past ten thousand years, and it has not yet formed into the "Destiny Cicada Shell".

"Three million years, and today is the end."

He whispered hoarsely, but his eyes were burning with crazy fire.

With his fingertips, the cicada shell turned into a golden light, carrying his lifelong obsession, and fiercely hit the crack.
The evil spirit formation suddenly began to ripple, as if a huge rock had been thrown into a calm lake.

As the ripples spread, a faint bell sound spread out, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

When Lord Da Meng saw this, his pupils suddenly contracted, and regardless of his weak body, he flapped his wings and rushed forward.

Nine pairs of cicada wings drew golden tracks among the gods and evil spirits, and each piece of the gods and evil spirits continued to cut into his body and soul.

Blood dripped down the cicada's wings, condensed into blood flowers in the void, and was swallowed up by the evil spirit in an instant.

"It should be in here."

The Great Dream Lord had no time to care about his injuries, and his figure gradually became blurred among the gods and demons.

I don’t know how long it took, a hazy halo penetrated the chaos, and a huge bronze monument suspended in the crack of the void came into view.

The surface of the monument was covered with moss-like dark patterns, and on it were distorted demonic words engraved:
"Where the Demon Emperor returns, there will be no disaster."

The handwriting glowed dark red, as if written in blood.

As the strong wind blew, a faint whimpering sound seeped out from between the inscriptions.

Behind the stele is an ancient well with a diameter of one hundred feet, and the water in the well appears a strange half-black and half-white color.

It was as black as the soul-eating abyss and so thick that it seemed to be able to swallow up the light. Whirlpools were surging on the surface from time to time, as if countless wronged souls were struggling in it.

It was as white as the scorching sun, and the dazzling light made it impossible to look directly at it. In the steaming mist, a burning shadow could be vaguely seen.

It was the Yin-Yang Well, the entrance to the tomb that the Demon Emperor Donghuang Taiyi had set up for himself.

Lord Da Meng stared at the well water, his breathing became rapid.

Seeing the Yin-Yang Well means that the Demon Emperor’s tomb is indeed here!
He saw a faint golden light flickering at the junction of black water and white water. The familiar fluctuation of demonic power was the residual aura of the Donghuang Bell.

His heart was beating violently in his chest. After three million years of waiting and countless deductions, he had finally reached this point.

The Great Dream Lord also understood that only when the body and soul simultaneously bear the yin and yang energies can the tomb door be opened. "Your Majesty, I am late."

He whispered softly, with awe and enthusiasm in his voice, and then stepped resolutely into the black and white water.

"hiss--"

The moment he stepped into the well, he groaned, veins popped out on his forehead, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
Then he suddenly grabbed a pair of his natal cicada wings with his right hand, and dug his ten fingers deeply into the roots of the wings.

With a teeth-grinding tearing sound, the cicada's wings were torn off and thrown out.

The cicada wings trembled slightly in the air, and then turned into a transparent boat.

Lord Da Meng stepped onto the boat with difficulty. The boat shook slightly under his weight, but it still carried his body steadily.

As Lord Da Meng sat down, the boat slowly sailed into the well water.

The well water was deep and dark, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all light.

The moment the boat just entered the water, Lord Dameng suddenly felt a powerful force coming from all directions.

The black water was like countless tiny insects and ants, gnawing at his soul crazily, bringing him waves of piercing pain.

The white water was like a raging fire, burning his body mercilessly, and the scorching pain swept through his body like a tide.

Lord Dameng clenched his teeth and held on tightly to the edge of the boat without letting go.

At the junction of yin and yang, the boat was shaking violently, as if it would be torn apart by the surging yin and yang energies at any time.

But despite such a huge impact, the boat was still able to maintain its balance, drifting in the turbulent waves.

However, the speed of the boat was surprisingly slow, as if it was being dragged by an invisible force.

Lord Da Meng didn't know how long it would take to cross the Yin-Yang Well, and a sense of anxiety arose in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, Lord Da Meng made up his mind.

He bit his tongue hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out like an arrow, falling directly onto the boat.

The moment the demon blood merged into the boat, the boat seemed to be injected with a powerful force, and its speed suddenly increased.

In the violent tearing of the yin and yang energies, a passage was forcibly opened up.

"boom!"

No one knew how much time had passed, and Lord Da Meng didn't know how much blood he had spit out.

In this place isolated from the long river of time, he had no way of getting replenishment.

The less essence and blood there is, the less it will be.

Finally, after a loud bang that shook the heaven and earth, the boat finally reached the bottom of the well.

The small boat transformed from the cicada wing could not bear the weight and broke into powder and dissipated in the air.

The clothes of Lord Da Meng were also torn at this moment, and the eighteen-winged golden cicada behind him hung limply behind him.

The bluestone slabs at the bottom of the well emitted a cold light, and Lord Dameng raised his head and looked forward.

In front of him was a bronze door engraved with the stars of the celestial sphere.

The sound of a bell ringing faintly from behind the door made Lord Da Meng feel uneasy.
And that is exactly the call of the Donghuang Bell!
The voice was low and distant, carrying the vicissitudes of life, as if it had traveled through endless time and space and struck deep into his soul.

Behind the bronze door is an inverted star palace.

In the Star Palace, a hundred thousand phantoms of demon spirits sat cross-legged on the star positions. Their figures were illusory and vague, yet they exuded a heart-pounding aura.

And all around, there are twelve stone statues of the ancestor witches, forming the "Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation" to suppress all the 100,000 big monsters.

This is the formation that the Wu Clan set up in the past to suppress Donghuang Taiyi and prevent his resurrection!
At this moment, just as Lord Da Meng entered the Star Palace, the twelve stone statues suddenly turned around.

And they shouted in unison: "Youngsters of the demon race, how dare you enter the forbidden area of ​​the ancestor witch?"

The sound was like rolling thunder, carrying with it the remaining power of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Array, and it came towards him.

The Great Dream Lord just sneered: "After so many years, how much strength do you stone statues have left?"

"The demon court was able to break this formation back then, and now I can too!"

The remnant spirits of the twelve ancestor witches rose from the eye sockets of the stone statue and turned into a giant translucent shadow.

These giant figures are wearing bone armor and holding ancient Chaos weapons.
Black mist surrounded his body, and every step he took caused spider-web-like cracks to appear in the void.

They quickly set up a simplified version of the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, and the thick evil spirit instantly enveloped the Great Dream Lord.
The low roars of the ancient witches were heard in the evil spirit, like the echo of ancient times, which made the eardrums of Lord Dameng bleed.

The Great Dream Lord suddenly raised his head and laughed, and his cicada wings suddenly burst into dazzling golden light, and nine pairs of cicada wings stretched out at the same time.

As he pushed out with both palms, the demonic power turned into substance and flowed out like a golden wave.

The giant shadow condensed from the remnant of the Ancestral Witch instantly twisted under this force, but ultimately could not withstand it and dissipated in an instant.

The Great Dream Lord, who had broken free from his restraints, did not stop at all and followed his senses to find the exit.

At the same time, a gust of wind with an extremely fishy odor blew in his face, almost making him nauseous.

What appeared in the eyes of Lord Da Meng was a bottomless pit of thousands of monsters.
In a huge pit with a diameter of a thousand miles, there are piled up the corpses of one hundred thousand powerful demons.

There is a Peng monster with two wings on its back, its feathers are messy,
There are dragons twisted and coiled, their horns broken and their whiskers hanging down.

There were even a few bodies that still had the remains of the three-legged golden crows, their wings dimmed and dulled.
But they still retain great majesty, they are also the royal family of the ancient demon court!
These corpses were nourished by the remaining power of the Donghuang Bell, and at this moment they suddenly opened their eyes with blue ghost fire.
With a teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other, the corpses slowly climbed out from the bottom of the pit, and their bodies turned into translucent monsters.

They let out a muffled roar from their throats: "Outsiders...die!"

At the same time, countless demons opened their sharp claws and pounced towards Lord Da Meng.

The wind in the Ten Thousand Monsters Pit was raging, and the evil Peng monster spread its wings to block out the sun and the sky.
The dragon demon suddenly spewed out a divine evil that could corrode everything.

As the Golden Crow flapped its wings, the blazing sun fire poured down like magma.

“They are all martyrs of the demon court… but they were twisted into evil…”

Lord Da Meng looked at these former compatriots and shook his head.

He took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength: "I am the current emperor of the Demon Court. Do you know that?"

At the same time, Lord Dayeng threw out the Golden Crow's blood that he had prepared long ago.

In order to find the Donghuang Bell in the past, he had already collected a lot of Golden Crow's blood.

Now is the time to put it to use!
Some of the demons' originally frantic movements suddenly stopped, and their blood fell to the ground.

The demons seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and bowed their heads one after another.

The Great Dream Lord stepped forward without hesitation. Every ten steps he took, he scooped up a handful of blood and sprinkled it on the ground.

As the blood and essence spread, the corpses along the way bowed and saluted.

Even the most ferocious Golden Crow demon knelt on one knee, restrained the sun's true fire around him, and respectfully made way.

After passing through the Ten Thousand Demons Pit, Lord Dameng finally reached the core of the tomb.

At the same time, a pressure beyond time and space came over him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. (End of this chapter)