The Demon King is back, leading adorable kids on an adventure around the world!

In the south, deep in the primeval forest.

A roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The voice didn't sound like a human; it sounded more like a wild beast.

Wherever the sound passed, trees broke and birds and beasts scattered in fright.

A streak of light shot out from the depths of the forest, moving so fast that it could not be seen with the naked eye.

In the flowing light, there was a gaunt old man.

He was dressed in animal skins, his face was ferocious, and his eyes were full of bloodlust.

His hands were like eagle claws, with fingernails half a foot long, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

"Immortal Abode... Immortal Abode..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, like the scraping of metal.

"All the treasures inside are mine!"

A streak of light pierced the sky and flew towards the southeast.

……

In the north, deep in the swamp, black mist hangs in the air.

Bubbles suddenly rose from the surface of the swamp, as if something was about to emerge from below.

"Glug! Glug!"

The bubbles are increasing in number and getting bigger.

The surface of the swamp suddenly exploded, and a dark shadow rushed out from the ground.

It was a humanoid creature, shrouded in black mist, making its face impossible to see.

He had a pair of black wings on his back, which, when spread out, were three zhang wide.

Its wings have no feathers, but rather a fleshy membrane like a bat's.

He hovered in mid-air, enveloped in black mist.

"Immortal Abode..."

His voice was chilling, as if it came from the deepest hell.

"I've waited a thousand years for this day, and it has finally come to pass!"

With a flap of his black wings, he transformed into a streak of black light and flew towards the celestial palace that appeared in the sky.

Wherever it went, vegetation withered, birds and beasts died, and even poisonous insects were not spared.

Within the black mist, faint sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling could be heard.

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Europe, deep within an ancient castle.

Suddenly, a stone coffin trembled, and the lid slowly opened, revealing a hand reaching out from inside.

That hand was as pale as paper, its nails as black as ink, and it exuded a putrid smell.

A figure sat up from the stone coffin. He had a handsome face, but was so pale that he was completely bloodless.

The eyes were red, like blood.

Two fangs hung from the corners of his mouth, gleaming coldly.

It turned out to be Cain, the vampire patriarch, an old monster who had lived for five thousand years.

"The Celestial Abode of the East..."

He licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed.

"I have long wanted to taste the blood of Eastern cultivators."

He transformed into a giant bat, its wings spread, casting a shadow.

The bats emitted a sharp cry that shattered the castle's stained glass windows.

Then, it transformed into a black shadow and flew towards the eastern horizon.

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The island of Britain, deep in the wilderness.

In the center of the ancient stone circle, a giant wolf awakens from its slumber.

The giant wolf was entirely black, the size of an elephant, and had golden eyes that radiated a majestic light.

Its body is covered with thick scales, and it has no hair at all.

This monster is Fenrir, the wolf king, a werewolf progenitor who has lived for four thousand years.

It roared to the sky, its wolf howls shaking the heavens.

The entire wilderness trembled, the earth cracked, and rocks tumbled down.

"East……"

Fenrir spoke, his voice low and deep, like muffled thunder.

"I, the Emperor, have arrived."

It stomped its four hooves on the ground and leaped into the air.

Black flames erupted beneath his feet, burning the void.

It transformed into a streak of black light and flew eastward.

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St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City.

In the underground chamber, the Pope knelt before the icon in prayer.

He wore a white robe, a triple crown, and held a golden scepter.

His face was old, yet it radiated a holy light.

He opened his eyes the moment the celestial bell rang.

"My Lord..."

The Pope murmured to himself, his voice devout.

"When the celestial abode of the East appears in the world, there must be extraordinary treasures."

"Your servant is willing to retrieve the precious treasure for Your Lord, so that Your Lord may be honored."

He stood up and gently waved his scepter.

Holy light emanated from the scepter, enveloping his entire body.

In the holy light, his figure slowly rose into the air.

Behind him, twelve wings of light unfolded, each radiating a dazzling light.

He transformed into a beam of holy light and flew eastward.

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