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

These are three different back views.

In ancient times, eight demons ruled the human world, living freely and unrestrained. The most confident figure is right here.

Then, the immortal god sealed away his eight brothers and sisters.

They were cast into hell, to be ground down by time.

That lonely figure is what we see now.

All of these were scenes from his memory, scenes he had forgotten.

Now, however, I inexplicably recalled it.

A sudden realization flashed through the Holy Lord's mind.

Yes, how could he forget... the first day his eight brothers and sisters were sealed in hell, filled with pain, screams, despair, and endless arguments.

It's Curse Blue.

As the elder, he stepped forward. Even though he had just suffered a setback, he still confidently promised his seven brothers and sisters, "I will definitely find a way to save everyone, brothers and sisters!"

Hell is a place where there is truly no heaven or earth.

Many years have passed since then, perhaps a hundred years, perhaps a thousand years, the Holy Lord can't quite remember.

All he remembered was Zhou Lan's figure trudging endlessly through hell; he had made a promise, and he had kept it.

Finally, he stood alone on a stone platform, no longer moving, and became taciturn.

Only a lonely figure remains.

The Holy Lord knew that Zhou Lan had ultimately been influenced by Hell; he had forgotten his promise from the first day, and he had also forgotten wisdom and magic.

He became like the stone platform beneath his feet, drifting along in the blood-red hell.

The cursed blue aura terrified the Holy Lord, who feared he would become like that himself, so he did everything he could to escape from Hell.

He abandoned his seven brothers and sisters.

He escaped alone.

But even he forgot.

Forget the fact that those seven brothers and sisters are still suffering in hell.

But how could he forget this? The Holy Lord raised his palm and silently examined himself.

Until recently, the figure on the stone platform started moving again.

He seemed somewhat deranged, and even seemed to have forgotten his own name.

The Holy Lord noticed the change in him.

What was unexpected was that Zhou Lan remembered everything.

He remembered the promise they made on their first day they were cast into hell! He regained his memories, his power, his wisdom, and his emotions! The Holy Lord gazed intently at that hazy figure, the light reflected in his eyes, glistening slightly.

He remembered! He remembered everything! What Holy Lord... He was the sixth of eight brothers and sisters, he was the Demon of Fire, he was... The weariness that had clung to him for thousands of years vanished.

He raised his head, straightened his body, and walked toward the scene.

Demons are immortal and ageless; the only thing that can affect them is one's own heart.

But at this moment, the Holy Lord seemed to have become much, much younger.

He rediscovered himself, and all obstacles vanished.

When he spoke, his voice was no longer hoarse, but clear and upright; his scarlet eyes were no longer hazy, but crystal clear.

Reaching out to the figure in the picture, he took a step forward and murmured firmly, "Brother Zhou Lan, I... have returned to Shen Du!"

Chapter Fifty-One: This is a Gift of Parting

The Holy Lord took a step forward.

The long timeline disappeared before his eyes.

He did it; he returned to the time before the gates of Hell opened.

The figure slowly turned around. It was Zhou Lan. He looked at the Holy Lord with gentle eyes and said, "You're back!"

Then, his gaze seemed to linger on the Holy Lord for a moment.

A strange emotion flashed in Zhou Lan's eyes, and she raised the corners of her mouth, saying subtly, "The Divine Capital!"

"I am back!"

The Holy Lord nodded slightly.

His demeanor and bearing were completely different from before.

He found his true self.

It still has the head of a dragon and the body of a human, with no change in appearance, but its body, or rather its soul, faintly exudes a vigorous and energetic spirit.

This is a complete contrast to his previous arrogant and unruly demeanor, which always revealed his incompetent rage and ugly state.

He rediscovered himself in the long river of time.

I found myself in ancient times, just like when I was born with my brothers and sisters. Although I was still full of vigor, I was no longer acting like a clown.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Lan nodded slightly and said, "Very good!"

He was genuinely happy for the Holy Lord and for God.

But between brothers, nothing much is needed; a simple "I'm fine" is enough.

The Holy Lord's clear and bright eyes gazed into the distance.

There, Lü Dongbin had just appeared, and He Xiangu was looking at her with a blank expression.

“Zhou Lan, Holy Lord, Holy Lord…?” Her gaze swept back and forth, filled with a hint of shock.

Who was that guy who just lunged at him but was repelled by Lü Dongbin? Why were there two Holy Masters? Beside Zhou Lan, the Holy Master reached out his hand to him and said, "Brother, I have completed your mission, reversed time and space, and brought back my own power and yours!"

He opened his hand, revealing all the power that Zhou Lan had firmly held in his palm after her self-destruction in the future.

Just as they had initially agreed, the Holy Lord brought this power back.

"You did very well!"

Zhou Lan swept his hand lightly, and the power remained suspended in his palm.

"This is the way to break the deadlock!" he sighed.

Using the most primal power of the two demons, time can be reversed, adding weight to the scales representing their side in this war.

All of this was a strategy that Zhou Lan had proposed and discussed with him long ago.

My brother did a perfect job.

He looked at He Xiangu and said calmly, "As the elder brother, I naturally cannot fall behind!"

The moment he finished speaking, his aura surged, and he began to wield the power from his future self.

This will push his abilities to a new peak! Beside him, the Holy Lord chuckled softly, extending his hand towards another Holy Lord and whispering, "Power!"

In He Xiangu's eyes, the Holy Lord suddenly began to distort, like ripples, and was absorbed into the Holy Lord's body.

This is the power Zhou Lan brought back from another world, used to reshape the body of the Holy Lord Disc Statue.

However, for the current capital city, it is no longer necessary.

He laughed loudly, reached out towards the azure planet beneath him, and said, "My demonic energy, return!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast amount of demonic fire energy surged into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

In an instant, she was back in his arms.

His demeanor remained unchanged, but his eyes became even clearer and more confident.

I rediscovered my past self and regained my past strength.

This time, he truly has everything he needs.

It stands in the vacuum with the complete body of a fire demon.

"Not enough!" He Xiangu almost gritted her teeth, and a huge lotus flower bloomed behind her, rushing towards Zhou Lan.

Lü Dongbin still carried his sword.

They sealed away demons in this state once in ancient times.

It's just a repeat of the same thing.

But Zhou Lan simply shook her head slightly.

His figure instantly rose up, standing above everyone's heads, exuding boundless power.

He stretched out a bony arm, and in his palm, the Pangu Box shone brightly.

A gate to hell suddenly opened, but it was not a sealed gate.

If the Holy Lord returns to his peak, then the Pangu Box can naturally summon a projection of him at his peak.

The "Holy Lord Projection" took a step forward and stood side by side with the original.

Lü Dongbin's pupils dilated in shock as he looked at the two holy masters before him in disbelief.

This time, there really are two.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

The Holy Lord stood tall and proud, as if in remembrance.

Moments later, he and his projection lunged out together, their speed reaching the millisecond.

Two identical figures, one on the left and one on the right, almost simultaneously pressed their ferocious palms against the chest of Lü Dongbin's dark blue Taoist robe, sending him flying backward.

This is purely numerical.

Perhaps he alone was no match for Lü Dongbin.

What about the other two? It was just a simple case of numbers against fewer people.

"It's time for you all to taste what it's like to be attacked by a mob!"

The Holy Lord let out a low roar, and only afterimages flashed in the vacuum.

the other side.

The lotus flower, spanning the vacuum, fully unfurled, and He Xiangu stood atop the lotus platform, pressing herself before Zhou Lan.

She glared at him angrily, confident that Zhou Lan couldn't stop her.

However, Zhou Lan remained standing still, only casting her gaze indifferently downwards.

He extended one of his hands, upon which gleaming golden chains snaked like serpents.

"Fairy, I have brought you a gift!"

he laughed.

"The Lock of Heaven".

This is the reward Zhou Lan received in the previous world.

It is one of Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasms, not the original version, but a system-specific version.

"Binding God" is a one-time use Noble Phantasm that targets gods with a high degree of divinity; the stronger the divinity, the greater the power.

If the judgment is successful, all actions and capabilities of the target will be blocked.

original.

The eight immortal gods and the eight great demons are almost from the same source. The specialized Heavenly Chains are essentially the same as their prototypes. Gilgamesh could not lock up the Holy Lord, so Zhou Lan should not be able to lock up He Xiangu either.

However, the Eight Immortals are an exception.

They are "gods" who span multiple worlds and have countless myths and legends.

The system only follows the rules.

The target is identified as He Xiangu.

Judgment complete.