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

Dressed in a purple-red Taoist robe, he sat cross-legged with his palms facing the sky, eyes closed and mind at ease, as if meditating and resting.

The phantom's expression remained calm and composed, as if it had anticipated everything that was about to happen.

"You couldn't beat them before, but you can beat them now?" He Xiangu sneered.

As long as Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord's power remains at this level, these two demons will have absolutely no chance! Resealing them is only a matter of time.

The Holy Lord remained silent, only slowly bowing down.

At this moment, he shed his arrogance and unbridled spirit, silently burning himself to the extreme.

All abilities, all resources are supplied to the power of speed.

Before me lay a true dark star, a re-creation of everything from the Moon Demon Curse Blue.

"Stop him!" A ray of sword light slashed towards the Holy Lord, accompanied by a clear emerald light. Dark Moon trembled, repelling the two forces.

Having shed her true form, Zhou Lan felt completely unrestrained.

The two immortal gods were at a loss for a time.

The Holy Lord's ferocious dragon body crouched down, his divine speed pushed to its limit. In the next instant, he suddenly moved! Not to fight against the immortal god, nor to escape towards the azure planet beneath him.

Instead... it orbits this dark star.

Running.

He began to race swiftly around the Dark Moon.

The dark moon's gravity tried to pull him inside, while its repulsive force pushed him away.

A delicate balance was achieved between the two, keeping the Holy Lord's body on the edge of the Dark Moon.

In his super-speed state, the Holy Lord's eyes sharpened, and he remained silent, simply running around the Dark Moon.

His elder brother had already planned everything out; he only needed to take responsibility.

He was like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert, with a real oasis just ahead.

That was hope, so he ran as fast as he could.

His speed was so fast that it left behind a series of dragon-shaped afterimages around Dark Moon.

That was his posture of endless running.

Each afterimage is different, and countless afterimages stretch into a line.

Holy Lord.

He raced through the power of repulsion.

It's like an ouroboros coil.

The hind snake relentlessly yearns to swallow the tail of the front snake.

And the Holy Lord is trying to catch up with his past self.

His expression remained unchanged, his resolve unwavering, as memories surfaced in his mind.

He recalled that not long ago...

A comic book store on a street corner.

He turned the comic book over, pointed to the top, and asked Zhou Lan, "What do you mean by 'our bond'?"

Chapter Fifty Brother, I'm Back

"Bonds?" "I don't believe in such things!"

As far as I can remember, that's what Zhou Lan said.

"The world is cruel; it only believes in strength. If you think that you can defeat everything just by shouting about so-called bonds, then that's too naive!"

"Therefore, rather than using the word 'bond,' it's more accurate to describe it as a resonance between powers!"

"A response?" "That's right. There has never been a force that can overcome everything with just an emotional outburst, unless two forces can respond to each other, combining to create something even more powerful..." "And this kind of response is something that far surpasses mere bonds!"

"A response..." The Holy Lord pulled himself out of his thoughts and murmured softly.

"Is this what you think, brother?!"

His body was being pulled closer and pushed further away by Dark Moon without stopping.

Under this delicate balance, his speed increased rapidly, becoming so fast that it could not be detected, leaving only afterimages that formed a star ring around the dark moon.

He is searching for his past self.

The person I was a moment ago, a minute ago, a second ago.

Even with the devil's eyesight, he could no longer see clearly what was in front of him.

I've lost count of how many laps I've run.

The stars appeared and disappeared in his peripheral vision, stretched into thin, shimmering threads of light.

The Holy Lord roared and howled, pushing his speed to its peak! "If this is the echo, then I think I know!"

The last afterimage fell.

His speed has been increased to its limit.

The dark moon trembled incessantly, emitting endless fluctuations.

This moment.

The Holy Lord stretched out his hand forward, his palm passing through the afterimage, through the vacuum, and also through the halo of attraction and repulsion.

It seemed like he touched something.

He suddenly turned around and looked.

One afterimage after him flashed toward him.

Countless afterimages reached out to him and touched him.

It looked like he was bumped by something.

In that instant, the hind snake finally caught the tail of the front snake.

The fluctuations of the dark moon swept across the universe, expanding suddenly in the next instant, and then rapidly contracting.

Time stops at this moment.

At the Earth's North Pole, snowflakes fluttered in the air, and the hands of a clock paused for a moment.

immediately.

Countless snowflakes flew backwards towards the sky, and the hands of the clock began to tick in the opposite direction.

A dazzling dark light erupted, engulfing both the Dark Moon and the Holy Lord.

Time, reversed.

In the pitch black, the Holy Lord opened his eyes and looked around.

He looked ahead and saw countless dense points of light flying towards him.

No, that's not a light spot.

It is made up of fine, thread-like strands.

Time, like a woven tapestry, stretched out endlessly, sweeping past the Holy Lord and spreading into the distance.

The Holy Lord moves forward through time.

In his palm, he still firmly held the two talismans that had already separated.

This talisman contains all of Zhou Lan's power.

He traversed countless timelines, utterly exhausted.

Having just fought Lü Dongbin, he exerted all his strength just to touch the threshold that could reverse everything.

He was already exhausted.

The once robust and ferocious dragon body is no longer majestic; its shoulders droop, and it struggles to move forward in the river of time.

All of this was Zhou Lan's scheme.

Back in the Holy Grail War, when he confessed to the Holy Lord that he had a way to save the Holy Lord himself, he had already discussed this plan with him.

Traveling through time is not difficult.

There are countless ways to do this in this world.

But he wanted to reverse time and, at the same time, return to the moment with his own power recognized by the world and Zhou Lan's power.

Very difficult.

This was at Zhou Lan's behest; he admitted that it was the only way he could think of to exploit the loophole.

The Holy Lord believed in him.

For this, they spared no effort.

Zhou Lan, this elder brother, could have simply walked away and ignored everyone. With his power, he could have lived a carefree life away from the world.

But he didn't.

He chose to come back and overcome the difficulties with his brothers and sisters.

Then what reason did he have not to believe him? It felt as if there was a billion-pound weight under his feet, and the Holy Lord struggled against it, walking alone step by step in this long river flowing against the current.

After a burst of all-out effort, the inevitable result is aging.

He struggled to hold on.

Haven't I been trapped in this unsolvable cycle of fate for far too long? Now, this is the only chance, the chance created by Zhou Lan.

He has never lacked determination.

He failed many times.

Sealed, banished, his physical body annihilated... But this time, he must win, he absolutely must win! No matter how much resistance he faces, he cannot retreat! Suddenly, a slight pushing force came from his body.

The Holy Lord paused for a moment, then looked down at his palm.

It was Zhou Lan's talisman, its dim light giving him a helping hand.

"Even now, you've foreseen this?" The Holy Lord suddenly smiled calmly.

He rarely showed such a smile; his ferocious face was never meant for such an expression.

Even when he laughs, it's always unrestrained, arrogant, and utterly wicked.

The force propelling him forward was as steady as a mountain.

With a low growl, the Holy Lord quickened his pace.

He must find the right timeline and leave this place.

After a long while, he finally stopped.

In the long river of time, blurry images emerge.

That was a view from behind.

A figure from behind, wearing a Taoist robe and with long hair hanging down.

It was Zhou Lan, her silhouette suspended in space.

He found it.

At this moment, from here, that figure appears as indistinct as the moon's reflection in water or a flower in a mirror.

The Holy Lord, panting, silently gazed at that retreating figure.

His vision suddenly began to blur.

The silhouette slowly floated away, and images overlapped in my vision.

The figure floating in space gradually overlapped with the lonely figure he had seen in hell, standing on a stone platform.

He blinked, and the scene before him shifted, the figure once again overlapping with the graceful silhouette of Shi Zhoulan from ancient times thousands of years ago in his memory.

These are three different eras.