From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

The bull warrior was brave; he grabbed two snake heads with one hand and used both hands to capture the remaining four demonic snakes, squeezing them tightly.

Bang!

The four demonic snakes then dissipated into nothingness, disappearing without a trace.

"The demonic serpents are not powerful; they are merely formed from demonic energy. Brute force can destroy their forms and send them back to hell."

The old man offered an explanation, only to see Santa Claus get out of bed and thank them, saying, "Thank you for your help, brave warriors."

"There's no time, Santa Claus. Although we've asked an immortal god to deliver presents to the children for you, only you can accomplish the task of delivering presents to children all over the world in one night."

The Christmas elf dragged Santa Claus out of the house, pointed to the sky and said, "You should use your belt to shine Christmas light into the sky and attract the reindeer."

"My belt has this function?"

Santa Claus was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "I was just joking."

"So, where did Daolong go?"

Seeing the elf talking to Santa Claus, Chen Long didn't disturb them, but wondered about Dao Long's whereabouts.

"They probably went to the restroom."

As soon as Bull Warrior said this, he noticed the others looking over and asked in confusion, "Doesn't he need to use the restroom?"

"..."

# Chapter 915 Daolong's Plan —

"Thank you again for your help—"

At this moment, Santa Claus turned around and apologized to Chen Long and the others once again.

"This is what we should do..."

Chen Long was about to be modest when he saw Santa Claus with red eyes, holding a magic wand. His words stopped abruptly, and he kicked out.

Whoosh!

However, Chen Long actually passed right through Santa Claus's body and kicked the Christmas elf nearly thirty meters away.

"Oh? Sorry!"

Chen Long was embarrassed, but he reacted quickly, turning around and kicking Santa Claus behind him.

But the tall, elderly Santa Claus suddenly leaped up, dodging the sweeping kick, and stood in mid-air. His wand emitted a black beam of light, accurately hitting the father who had no time to react, burying him in the ground with only his head sticking out, and disintegrating the pufferfish and lizard that had fallen on the snow into mud.

"Haha, I finally beat you, old man!"

Santa Claus laughed, pulled open his clothes, and revealed his true form: a tall, handsome, middle-aged man with white hair, heterochromatic eyes, a black dot between his eyebrows, and a black mark on his left eye.

"You are... Daolong?"

Although Dao Long was an old man, Chen Long still recognized him based on his distinctive features. "How come you've become so young?"

"Of course it's because I've already seized Santa's Qi!" Dao Long laughed loudly, waving his magic wand as a ball of black light cascaded down.

Chen Long and the others quickly crouched down to avoid it.

But the target of this magic was not them at all, but the snowmen.

The snowmen, bathed in black light, grew three times larger, their branches transforming into sharp claws, their smiling faces revealing a ferocious expression, as they surrounded Chen Long and his group.

"Charge! My soldiers! Tear Chen Long and his men to shreds!"

At Daolong's command, the snowmen launched their charge.

However, Chen Long and his companions were no longer the same as before. With their Qi circulating throughout their bodies, their lives were stable, and every punch and kick possessed immense power. With great strength and heavy momentum, their Qi surged and churned, and in no time at all, they had swept away all the snowmen.

"You've got some skills."

Seeing that the snowman was no match for Chen Long, Dao Long was not angry. He took out a bag from behind him, which was quite peculiar. It had only one opening but two pockets on the left and right. He threw it into the air and made a "whoosh" sound, which created a powerful suction force that sucked Chen Long, Tru, Little Snake, and Bull Warrior into it.

Afterwards, Dao Long grabbed the bag, slung it over his shoulder, swaggered up to his father, and said with a laugh, "Old man, what else do you have to say?"

"Evil will not prevail over good; someone will come to our rescue." The old man snorted coldly, giving Daolong the slightest bit of a friendly look.

"Evil cannot prevail over good? Old man, have you forgotten the principle of balance between righteousness and darkness? It's only because you representatives of righteousness are too strong that I, a dark wizard, have been able to strengthen to my current level through a series of fortuitous events." Daolong sneered, taking his father's words as mere bravado.

Himalayas···

Santa's house...

Thinking of this, and looking at Daolong who had regained his youth, the old man suddenly understood and exclaimed, "Could it be that you've found Shangri-La?!"

The Himalayas are the legendary Shangri-La!

What is Shangri-La?

Legend has it that long ago, war raged across the land, causing immense suffering for the people. A wise man, seeking a sanctuary far from war and hardship, trekked through mountains and rivers, finally finding a lake deep within the Himalayas, and thus established Shangri-La!

Moreover, this lake seems to be a living creature, and the flow of air is its breath. With each breath, Shangri-La enjoys a spring-like climate all year round, with flowers blooming, clear rivers, and swirling clouds and mist, just like a peaceful fairyland that captivates people's hearts.

"You guessed it, old man."

Daolong did not hide it.

Upon his release from prison, Dao Long headed straight for the Himalayas, making a desperate gamble in his search for the hidden paradise within the Himalayas—Shangri-La.

It wasn't to spend his twilight years in this paradise, but to search for the long-lost treasure of Songzanlin Monastery: the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead.

Daolong succeeded.

He found the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead in the center of the sacred lake in Shangri-La, wore it, and gained incredible magical power. He also used the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead to evolve three supreme treasures.

The bag he carries on his shoulder now is one of them.

Having ability but lacking lifespan is all for naught.

after all--

Strength is strength!

Lifespan is lifespan!

Dao Long had no idea how to cultivate innate Qi. In order to gain eternal life, after confirming that the Holy Lord and his twelve divine talisman powers had been sealed in Hell, he set his sights on another being:

Santa Claus!

This is a being who is close to an immortal god, but who is not good at fighting and whose lifespan is close to eternal!

Now, he has completely absorbed Santa Claus and received the best Christmas gift on the eve of Christmas—a lifespan approaching eternity!

“Misusing Buddha’s sacred objects will bring retribution!” My father had knowledge of Buddhism and understood the definition of Buddha.

Not gods, but enlightened beings!

Furthermore, what Jiang Liu and others pursue is to cultivate to the level of Buddha, rather than being called "immortal gods".

"I don't believe in any concept of cause and effect."

Dao Long chuckled coldly, opened the bag, and released Chen Long. He saw that they were all weak and numb, with wrinkled skin, as if they had been soaking in water for a long time, or as if their bodies were depleted, looking sickly.

Although the old man had not cultivated his life force internally, he could still see clearly that Chen Long and the others were unharmed, but their life force had dissipated due to the influence of that bag.

That is, the Qi dissipated.

But although they disperse, they do not truly dissipate into the air; instead, they remain suspended around them and will return to their bodies autonomously with each breath.

It is evident that even when the Buddha's sacred objects were transformed into evil weapons by the sword dragon, they still retained a degree of "compassion".

Then, Daolong began to cast a spell, summoning the snowmen again and ordering them to tie up Chen Long and the others. He also dug his father out of the snow and tied him up as well. He led them into the house and into the backyard, where they found a towering cliff.

Beneath the cliff, clouds and mist swirled, yet a faint warmth emanated from within, soaring into the sky and colliding with the cold air, creating a churning motion, as if dragons and snakes were writhing within, emitting a rumbling sound that terrified everyone.

"I want to absorb the 'goddess' of Shangri-La as well!"

Daolong sneered, "But if She doesn't come out, then I can only use you as my test subjects to see if she has the 'compassion' to come out and save you."

"oops!"

The old man exclaimed, shouting at Daolong, "You're absolutely insane! The goddess of Shangri-La is just a legend; she doesn't exist at all!"

"You know what? Old man, I used to think so too, but the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead changed my mind and made me realize the origins of the eight great demons, including the Holy Lord!"

Daolong boasted to his father about his wisdom, "In the beginning of time, the predecessors of those demons were perhaps like Shangri-La, special environments created by the divine craftsmanship of nature. The reason they were able to become demons was most likely because the ancient black magic wizards integrated themselves into them, creating an immortal and indestructible demon body."

now--

I am about to become the ninth Demon Lord!

"But there is no immortal god in this world who can seal me away!"

# Chapter 916 How Easy is Reincarnation and Nirvana? (Part 1) Inviting a Feng Shui Monk

"That's not necessarily true."

Old Man knew about the origins of the Holy Lord and the other eight demons much earlier than Dao Long, and even more clearly—the eight demons were not ancient black magic wizards, but rather the embodiment of the yin energy and evil thoughts of the eight immortal gods.

"Keep being stubborn, you old man!"

With a cold laugh, Dao Long waved his magic wand, and black clouds of energy spread, enveloping everyone present. Following the flow of energy, they instantly teleported to the Shangri-La Secret Realm.

This place is different from the outside world; it is a world of its own.

But we see:

The azure sky drifts with clouds, pristine and untouched for centuries. Worries sway in the breeze over the meadow, while vibrant wildflowers fill the air with their sweet fragrance.

The lake's clear waters reflect the sun and moon, shimmering gently on the surface. Having witnessed countless ages of mortal life, this ethereal paradise remains untouched by dust.

Then I saw an ancient city beside the lake, built around it. From a high place, it looked like an eight-petaled lotus flower.

In the very center of the lake stands a temple—Songzanlin Temple! The real Songzanlin Temple! It was built by the earliest Buddhists to commemorate Padmasambhava!

"The sacred site of Guru Padmasambhava now belongs to me!"