Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

They also know about the future.

Time is the cheapest thing to a demon.

"In the name of Saint Seiya Lope!" Lope clasped his hands together, assumed a fighting stance, and then stretched out one hand, slamming it towards Saint Lord.

"Eliminate evil and punish wickedness!" he suddenly declared, his voice booming like thunder.

An unstoppable spell surged toward the Holy Lord, crashing straight into his body.

In an instant, the Holy Lord was illuminated by a shimmering green light. Under the glow, his body began to twist and gradually deform.

Facing the Holy Lord, Lope lifted the string of talisman boxes hanging on his body.

Twelve streams of light simultaneously emanated from the Saint's body, rushing towards Lope, and were collected by him in perfect unison.

Having sealed off the alien energy, and then struck by a curse far exceeding his own power, the divine power of the twelve talismans dissipated, and the Holy Lord was finally unable to maintain the status quo.

With a thud, after a long time, he finally turned into a disc statue again, spinning alone on the ground before falling backward.

The fire demon, Divine Capital, was finally sealed away once again by Saint Seiya Lope.

His power vanished in an instant.

"The Scroll of Universal Gravitation!"

Lope reached out and lifted the disc statue of the Holy Lord.

He stared at the statue with some confusion in his eyes, his gaze thoughtful.

"What trump card makes you feel that even if it's sealed away, you still want me to write down a desire in the annals of history that could overturn everything..." "You seem to have something to rely on. What do you believe in?" Lope fell into deep thought.

After a long while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He seemed to have thought of something.

So he dragged the statue and walked towards the history books once more.

Pick up the pen.

We've come this far, there's no time to hesitate anymore.

Our world has closed itself off from the outside world, refusing entry to any external forces.

He pondered for a long time before finally trying to write down these words using his current understanding.

A streak of light rose from the annals of history, shooting straight into the sky. The light rose to the top of the dome, attracting the clouds to gather, and the world suddenly became heavy and gloomy.

At the same time, the annals of history have finally run out of steam.

It suddenly began to move, disappearing from the altar atop the mountain and heading to an unknown destination.

It can no longer withstand any further increases.

It is nothing short of a miracle that they were able to do all this.

The rising stream of light split into countless rays, drifting in the four directions: east, west, south, and north.

The world changes in Lope's eyes.

Like a mirage, modern skyscrapers are like brushstrokes on a canvas that have been erased.

Instead, countless ancient wooden buildings have sprung up.

Cars, shops, and all modern items disappeared in the fluctuations, replaced by ancient carriages and horses.

The world is going backwards; everything advanced is being replaced.

Reality has been altered by the annals of time; the ancient era in which Lope once lived has arrived in a completely different, unreasonable way.

Holding up the disc-shaped statue of the Holy Lord in one hand, Lope gazed at the statue and sighed, "If even this can't stop the guy you rely on, I'd rather fail!"

"I will await the arrival of resistance and exert all the strength of a Saint Seiya!"

Lope muttered to himself, the Holy Lord's performance was beyond his expectations.

Even now, despite his resounding victory, he still feels uncertain.

Success and failure are sometimes separated by a single thought.

But he has done his best.

He gambled his future.

Ironically, even when the previous Holy Lord ruled this world, he was only interested in accumulating wealth.

Society continues to move towards modernization and progress.

But Lopez made the opposite choice.

He would rather turn back the clock, back to ancient times, back to the past, just to shut all of this down, hoping to stop the guy that the Holy Lord relies on.

Seemingly sensing Lope's uncertainty, the dragon-shaped disc statue that was the embodiment of the Holy Lord smirked as if mocking him.

Then it fell into a still silence, as if it were a dead object.

Chapter 209 Zhou Lan's Response

Lopez's concern is...

The Holy Lord knew his thoughts but did not stop him, and this decision did not seem to stem from arrogance.

Even if he possesses the historical records of time, the Holy Lord still has a chance to fight Lope, because he is actually much stronger than Lope.

But the Holy Lord did not.

These two enemies, one set a trap, forcing the other to pay a heavy price, while the other had no choice but to make a decision.

Even though the Holy Lord has now turned into a statue, Lope's aura is high, but victory or defeat is still uncertain.

At least the Holy Lord felt he had won.

It's just another sealing process; he's used to it. It doesn't bother him; he'll just have to wait.

Rather, it's rare to have such an opportunity to get involved compared to being resealed into a statue.

The Holy Lord has no fear in his heart.

He understood how much pressure his words had put on Lopez, to the point that Lopez had taken the step of closing himself off from the world.

The sky darkened with clouds, the world returned to its former state, and the powerful fire demon transformed into an unstoppable disc.

But then? "Wait a little longer, the moonlight will come out eventually!"

Such a thought crossed the Holy Lord's mind.

This idea remained with him throughout his life.

...A flash of brilliant golden light disappeared in an instant.

The passage connecting two different worlds revealed its other end, which landed above the ocean.

Zhou Lan and Basha appeared one after the other from the door.

"Huh? Brother!"

Basha looked at Zhou Lan curiously, "Why are we back again!"

Just now, Zhou Lan told her that he was going to take her back to get revenge, so he opened the door as usual.

They went in one after the other, but surprisingly, they just kept going around in circles.

In Basha's eyes, Zhou Lan's expression was slightly cold, and her brows were slightly lowered like dark clouds, as if she was thinking about something.

"I did open the door; I was going to take you back!"

Zhou Lan spoke slowly, "However, for some reason, it seems we've been rejected!"

“Refuse?” Basha was taken aback.

Demons are an innate part of us, so how could we be rejected?

"Don't rush, let me take a look!"

Zhou Lan comforted her, then glanced around at the ocean before opening the door again.

His figure floated into the doorway.

This time, the exit wasn't the original world of Jackie Chan Adventures, but rather an equally empty space with no sky or earth.

Zhou Lan's figure hovered above the dome. This was the system space, a place he hadn't visited in a long time.

For him, this was just the initial transit point.

This was the first time Zhou Lan had ever encountered such discrimination after transmigrating to another world, especially from the world she originally belonged to.

But this also represents some unpredictable crises.

Zhou Lan seemed to have thought of something. In the system space, he first summoned a wisp of lunar demonic energy, attempting to contact the Holy Lord.

After a long while, the Moon Demon, hearing the blank background noise in his ears, withdrew his demonic energy.

Something has happened to the Holy Lord.

This was inevitable; otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why his time travel would fail. The Holy Lord would have replied to him.

Zhou Lan, on the other hand, must first figure out what exactly happened between the Holy Lord and the original world during the short time he was away.

Logically speaking, as a demon who has almost been upgraded, there should be nothing that can defeat Shendu.

At least in the original world, the Holy Lord should be invincible.

The power of the Nebula Body level makes the Holy Lord invincible, even if all the remaining immortal gods reappear, even if Lü Dongbin is forcibly brought out of hell and confronts the Holy Lord again.

Even the Holy Lord would find it difficult to lose.

This is no longer about restraint; it's a matter of the magnitude of power.

Unless, some force beyond the rules intervenes and influences all of this.

This hindered Zhou Lan's progress.

So, what could this power be? Up until now, Zhou Lan had not considered any words or possibilities related to the Holy Lord's betrayal.

He couldn't possibly do that, Zhou Lan believed.

To confine oneself to a closed world in order to become a king or a tyrant is the act of a fool.

Perhaps past sage rulers would have had this thought, but Zhou Lan believed that even gods wouldn't.

Belief is a feeling; it doesn't need a reason.

"Then, the answer becomes quite easy to guess!"

Zhou Lan murmured softly, her eyes flashing as she locked onto the answer in her heart.

"The History of Time!"

He suddenly said firmly.

It must be the history of time; only its power could accomplish all this, even causing the Holy Lord to lose contact despite possessing the power of the Nebula Body.

"Shen Du, you bastard, did you do this voluntarily?" Zhou Lan frowned.

He vaguely guessed the truth.

Often, the unknown and confusion are like dark clouds floating in the sky, blocking the moonlight.

If we just look a little further, we can easily find the answer behind the dark clouds.

With the answer in mind, Zhou Lan worked backwards to deduce the process and quickly locked onto the truth.

No wonder.

His attempt to travel through time was stopped and he was brought back.

To defeat the current Holy Lord, the power he possesses must be sealed.

Different energy constitutes the largest portion of this.

Only the annals of history can attest to this.

Of course, even it couldn't completely clear the Holy Lord's alien energy, because that was a nebula body, which was far too massive.

However, compared to clearing it out, rejecting it is obviously the easiest approach and the one that history books can most easily touch upon.

To close off the world and reject all external forces.