With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

"You have lost, you wicked tyrant."

Ye Yaocheng spoke coldly, slowly withdrawing his right fist that had pierced the chest of the Evil Tyrant.

Bright red bloodstains peeked through the dark purple hue, dripping down the fist.

He stared into the tyrant's crimson vertical pupils and said coldly, "This punch is for you, so you can taste what it feels like to have your chest pierced."

The tyrannical evil spirit knelt on the ground.

He looked down at the large, bloody hole in his chest.

A faint purple aura of demonic energy was seeping out of the cave.

But on his face, there was no pain, no fear; instead, an excited smile appeared.

"Oh?"

He looked up, his tone playful.

"Then I've truly experienced it firsthand."

"I have to say, this feeling is quite peculiar."

The tyrant of evil licked his lips, revealing a morbid satisfaction.

Ye Yaocheng frowned; this scene was really too strange, it was eerie.

How could someone who's about to die act so excited? Even a mentally ill person wouldn't be this excited.

"You seem to take it all in stride, but there's no point in pretending."

"This punch is enough to hurt you. After you die, remember to say some good things to the King of Hell so you can be reborn into a better family."

"die?"

The tyrannical evil spirit suddenly chuckled.

The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually turning into manic laughter.

"You don't really think this is the end of it, do you?"

He stared directly at Ye Yaocheng, his scarlet vertical pupils full of mockery.

"You're too naive, young man."

"Back then, Lu Zu's strength was a whole major realm greater than mine, so killing me wouldn't have been difficult for him."

"But why, in the end, did he still not kill me, but instead chose to seal me here?"

The tyrant of evil paused, his smile turning sinister.

"Aren't you... curious?"

Ye Yaocheng was taken aback; he hadn't really thought about that.

He naturally knew the legend of Lü Zu, having heard it since childhood. He was the supreme Taoist master and the first person to ascend to immortality in a thousand years.

Given Lü Zu's strength at the time, killing the tyrannical ruler with evil intentions should not have been difficult.

But why is it just a seal?

"It seems you're interested too." The Evil Tyrant nodded in satisfaction.

He pointed to Lü Zu's clone: ​​"You can ask him."

"A clone carries some of the original owner's memories; he couldn't possibly be unaware of that."

Ye Yaocheng suddenly turned his head and looked at the young Taoist priest who had been standing quietly to the side.

"You are... an incarnation of Lu Zu?"

His voice was filled with shock.

Unexpectedly, this approachable young Taoist priest with a smile on his face was actually an incarnation of Lu Zu!

This is all incredible. But besides Lu Zu's clone, who else could do all this?

Lu Zu's clone bowed slightly to Ye Yaocheng, his voice calm and humble.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to look at me like that. This humble Daoist is indeed just an avatar, and has no particular power."

Ye Yaocheng took a deep breath, bowed respectfully to Lu Zu, and asked curiously, "Lu Zu, is what he said true?"

"Why didn't you kill him back then?"

Lu Zu's clone remained silent for a moment, then his gaze fell on the evil tyrant, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"It's all fate."

He spoke softly, with a touch of melancholy: "In this world, for every yin there is yang, for every good there is evil..."

"This is the truth of cause and effect."

Ye Yaocheng was completely confused: "What do you mean?"

Lu Zu's clone looked at Ye Yaocheng and patiently explained.

"The birth of evil thoughts is inevitable."

"He was formed from the purest evil in the world, that is, negative emotions."

"Therefore, he is completely different from ordinary martial artists."

"Ordinary martial artists need to cultivate in order to improve their strength."

"But malice is completely unnecessary, and that's what makes him special."

Lu Zu's clone gazed at the sky above the ruins for a while, then looked back at Ye Yaocheng with a strange expression in his eyes.

"As long as evil thoughts or negative emotions exist in this world, he... will not die."

"Moreover, the more evil thoughts there are in the world, and the stronger they are, the stronger he becomes."

Ye Yaocheng's pupils contracted sharply; he finally understood.

Why is the tyrannical evil spirit so calm even with his chest pierced?

Why did Lu Zu only seal it back then, instead of killing it?

Because it's simply impossible.

"Do you understand now?"

The tyrannical evil sneered and said mockingly, "I am immortal."

"Unlike you mortals, who take death so seriously."

He slowly stood up and ran his right hand over the bloody hole in his chest.

"Buzz!"

A deep purple light shone forth!

Flesh and blood are growing and filling at a rate visible to the naked eye!

In just three seconds, the blood hole completely disappeared.

The skin has fully recovered.

Then, his other wounds began to heal as well.

The black mist surged out again, enveloping his entire body.

When he stood up straight again, apart from being slightly weaker, he looked almost exactly the same as before the battle.

The tyrant of evil thoughts stretched his shoulders.

"I have to admit, the three of you are indeed very strong."

"But so what?"

He laughed arrogantly and triumphantly.

"After I was sealed by Lu Zu, I knew that it would be impossible to get out in a short time."

He spread his arms wide, as if showing off his masterpiece.

"So, I began to make my plans."

"It took more than two hundred years to transform this sealed place into an ideal secret realm."

Ye Yaocheng's heart stirred.

"You mean... that world outside, with its birdsong and fragrant flowers?"

"That's right."

The tyrannical evil spirit nodded.

"But it's not over yet."

"I transformed that power of two hundred years into a clone and tried every means to send him out."

"The purpose..."

A cruel smile spread across his face.

"Of course, it's to incite war among all living beings in the world, and at the same time, it also gives my clone a certain level of power."

"Then, I deliberately made myself noticed by the major sects at the time."

"I lured them here and sealed my clone."

"I even thoughtfully left an opening for them so they could come in."

A morbid excitement flickered in the eyes of the wicked tyrant.

"Guess what?"

"Those self-proclaimed heroes who claim to be righteous and want to eradicate evil, after seeing this beautiful secret realm I created, I felt a strong greedy desire in them."

"And that kind of pretentious, laughable modesty."

He laughed so hard his whole body was shaking.

"Later, that clone was naturally destroyed by them."

"But they still come every sixty years, ostensibly to reinforce the seal."

"Tell me, isn't this ugly face laughable?"

The wicked tyrant laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"It's their first time, so of course we have to give them plenty of treats."

The tyrant of evil wiped away the tears of laughter, his face full of smugness: "Let them know that there are elixirs here that can quickly increase strength."

"So many that we could fill sacks to collect them."

"As expected, more and more people are coming."

"What does this mean? It means my plan succeeded."

He opened his arms as if embracing the whole world.

"Next, we just wait."

"Wherever there are people, there will be conflict, and there will be emotions and desires."

"What I need to do..."

The tyrant's eyes turned cold, and he clenched his right hand tightly.

"It's about amplifying this emotion to the extreme."

"Let them fight each other and kill one another over a treasure."

"To completely ignite the most twisted and darkest side of human nature."

At that moment, he was like a mad artist, showing off his most perfect work.

"Eight hundred years of sedimentation..."

"Eight hundred years of accumulation..."

"Not only did my strength improve, but I also successfully broke through the seal."

He looked at Ye Yaocheng with a cruel smile.

"What do you think of my plan?"

Ye Yaocheng's heart sank to the bottom.

He finally understood why the place was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers when he first entered the secret realm.

Why are there so many miraculous medicines? It turns out they are all bait.

He could imagine how those who had come in with him would fight each other for the elixir.

The victors became even more frenzied.

The losers were devoured by the Demon Cloud Vine.

There is resentment, madness, and insatiable greed in this.

The evil thoughts generated in this process will all become nourishment for the tyrant of evil thoughts.

"so……"

Ye Yaocheng spoke in a low voice.

"To completely eliminate you, we'll have to kill everyone trapped outside."

"Or... reseal it."

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon Lu Zu's clone.

The tyrannical evil spirit laughed even louder.

"clever!"

"But do you really still have time?"

The black mist around him suddenly surged, and his aura began to rise wildly!

It's even stronger than during its peak!

"Did you feel it?"

The tyrannical evil stared at Ye Yaocheng.

"Those trapped here have no idea what's going on here; they're killing each other."

"Their malice is becoming my strength."

He moved forward step by step.

With each step he took, his breath grew stronger.

"Now, what do you still think...?"

"Can you kill me?"