After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Bo Xun nodded vigorously.

"Of course it's true. I have no reason to lie to you. Even if I did lie to you, wouldn't you be able to tell the truth? Please, you are Heavenly Emperors, no less powerful than me. Can't you even handle such a small matter?"

The Emperor of Fengdu hesitated.

"If it's true, why didn't you say anything or do anything before? You seemed to know nothing and let the world degenerate to such a state?"

This world has degenerated to the point that so many gods have fallen and so much of the past and future have collapsed. During this time, the Sixth Heaven also suffered a lot of losses, but Mara has never been seen to utter a single fart or say anything.

Bo Xun's lips slowly curled up.

"Because it's interesting. You guys who are high and mighty, who usually act like moral exemplars, are made to look bad by the future Buddha and the past Buddha, and even the gods around you can't protect you. Isn't that interesting?"

Bo Xun's face began to contort, a subtle smile that Zhou Yan was very familiar with, the kind that only appeared when he was enjoying himself.

"I, Mara, love nothing more than seeing you bastards in such agony and despair!"

The Emperor of Fengdu almost forgot that even though this Mara had lived for countless billions of years, he was still a child, and completely self-centered, caring nothing about anything except Buddha.

Trying to talk about morality and ideas with a child like that is like joking.

Nuwa looked at this little guy who never grew up with amusement. If this little guy were even a little weaker, without the fighting power of a Heavenly Emperor, given his personality, Nuwa could guarantee that Mara would have been killed and become history long ago.

"Got it?"

Mara's face was full of smugness.

“I can indeed help you do all of this, provided that you can resurrect Shakyamuni as the Buddha of the past.”

Nuwa asked in surprise.

"Are you still thinking about Buddha?"

S-Bo Xun nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“That’s mine, and I won’t give up until I get it.”

Zhou Yan added another sentence.

S: "Then I got it and then didn't want it anymore."

Bo Xun is all smiles. His face is handsome no matter what expression he has. Even now, when he smiles in a sly way, he still has a kind of roguish charm. He's the kind of guy who could walk down the street and have countless girls come up to him to exchange contact information, or even ask him to go to a hotel.

Unfortunately, Mara wouldn't care about these ordinary women.

Nuwa placed Zhou Yan, whom she was holding, on the ground.

"Xiao Bai, there are some things that are not pleasant to hear. You should leave first. I want to talk to this Demon Lord."

The Emperor of Fengdu behind Nuwa casually pulled, and a dark gate opened. Zhou Yan strolled to the side of Little Yama, and Little Yama and Zhou Yan exchanged a glance before silently walking into the gate opened by the Emperor of Fengdu.

Let the big shots handle their own affairs.

Combat:

Chapter 684, Chapter Twelve: Killing

Summer Comic, 5 PM, dinner time.

Large numbers of cosplayers left the venue, and staff arranged by Wei Youde came up to guide the different cosplayers and attendees to different places.

Wearing a mask and sunglasses, Wei Youde sneaked into a corner, which faced directly opposite the Wenquxing (a type of electronic dictionary) stall.

At this moment, the last customer at Wenquxing's stall bought one of Wenquxing's notebooks, and Wenquxing began to get up and tidy up his chores.

Wei Youde straightened his clothes, thinking about what to say later. He invited Wenquxing to dinner. This kind of young woman was simply the best of the best. His own state assemblyman was of noble character and wouldn't accept it, but he wasn't so particular.

There's definitely someone who'd try to make a quick buck off a young woman like that.

Unexpectedly, a handsome scholar in ancient attire, whose gender was indistinguishable, emerged from the corner. The scholar walked up to the Wenquxing (a legendary Chinese scholar) stall and spoke in a voice that made Wei Youde's scalp tingle.

"Business is good today!"

The young woman, who was being targeted by Wei Youde, turned slightly, twisting her plump and juicy body into an extremely alluring pose.

"After all, it's me who wrote this; a boor like you wouldn't understand."

The handsome, effeminate scholar fanned himself with his paper fan and said disdainfully.

"Nonsense! I've read what you wrote several times. By the way, could you expand on the character of Zhong Shenxiu? I love this kind of arrogant and haughty demonic sect girl."

The neighbor said, "Dreaming..."

The young woman had tidied up some things, which looked to weigh about thirty or forty pounds. The effeminate scholar next to her looked like someone who couldn't lift anything, but he easily lifted up the woman's belongings with a single hand.

The young woman followed the scholar with a smile.

For some inexplicable reason, Wei Youde felt as if he had been cheated on. Of course, this feeling did not make him angry; it just made him realize that even experienced young women preferred handsome, scholarly men, unlike someone like himself.

To put it bluntly, Wei Youde felt that his income might not even be as good as this young woman's, and given his status, he couldn't offer her anything. Therefore, if he had to choose, the young woman would likely choose the handsome scholar.

Let's just save our energy.

Wei Youde sighed and turned his head away.

far away.

Wenquxing turned around and glanced at Wei Youde, who was far away.

The Martial Star next to him gave the Literary Star a thumbs up.

"Not bad, Lao Ye. You've only been here for a day, and so many guys have already taken a liking to you."

The God of Literature revels in this.

"A person with a wealth of knowledge naturally exudes elegance; with my vast knowledge, I am an eye-catching presence wherever I sit."

Wu Quxing shook his head.

"Bullshit, I can smell your stench from half a kilometer away. What do you mean by 'refined elegance comes from poetry and books'? You're just good-looking, aren't you?"

Wenquxing was too lazy to discuss the concept of temperament with this muscular monster. After checking his surroundings, the old man asked in confusion.

"It seems like it's been a long time since I've seen Xiao Yan and Lao Yan?"

Wu Quxing nodded his chin.

"It seems those two went to a maid cafe for lunch and then disappeared."

Wu Quxing suddenly opened the fan in his hand, which displayed a painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival." Combined with Wu Quxing's ethereal and otherworldly temperament, it exuded an indescribable scholarly air.

"Old Wen, tell me, did those two see a pretty maid and go play games with her?"

Wenquxing became curious.

What game?

"For example, everyone should wear maid outfits and see who gets the most orders from customers."

With another whoosh, Wu Quxing closed the fan in his hand.

"Old Ye, do you think if we find the maid cafe where Old Yan and Xiao Yan work and order from them, they'll serve us our food?"

Wenquxing laughed.

"Old Yan doesn't care about wearing a maid outfit, but Young Master is very particular about it. Besides, there are so many people here, Young Master would not want to appear as a woman."

Wenquxing could tell that although Zhou Yan had dressed as a woman before, he still had some resistance to it.

She was still shy, and she couldn't let go.

Wuquxing and Wenquxing walked out of the Summer Comic venue. Not far away was a street full of food stalls. Because Summer Comic had just ended, the street was full of cosplayers and their new friends.

Wuquxing and Wenquxing didn't want to hang out with the younger generation, so they found a restaurant with relatively few people. They booked a room together, and Wuquxing went to order food while Wenquxing went to the private room to rest.

As soon as he entered, Wenquxing saw a video and photos of himself and Wuquxing chatting and laughing together in the summer comic theme. Of course, there was nothing wrong with that. Wenquxing was a writer who wrote about Liu Bei. He didn't sell a persona, he wasn't an idol, and he didn't have a wife or anything. Even if he was a playboy who changed boyfriends every day, no one should criticize him.

Not long after Wenquxing sat down, Wuquxing pushed open the door to the private room and came in. However, Wuquxing was not alone this time. Behind Wuquxing, Xiao Yanjun and Zhou Yan also followed him in.

Wenquxing's eyes lit up.

"Old Yan, young master, where did you go? Old Wu and I were just wondering why you suddenly disappeared?"

The fact that Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun could both disappear means they must have gone to some fun place or encountered something interesting.

Wenquxing was very curious about what kind of fun and interesting thing could make these two disappear at the same time, even ignoring Xia Comic.

Zhou Yan, Little Yama, Wuquxing walked up to Wenquxing and sat down. Zhou Yan said bitterly.

"There's nothing fun, but a lot of deadly stuff."

Wu Quxing poured Zhou Yan a cup of tea. After taking a sip, Zhou Yan told him everything about his encounter with Bo Xun.

"...That's the gist of it. We were attacked by Mara, but luckily, with the help of Goddess Nuwa and the Emperor of Fengdu, we weren't captured by Mara and forced into... you know..."

"But then..."

Zhou Yan's complexion darkened considerably.

“Bo Xun and Goddess Nuwa talked about some things. After Goddess Nuwa and the others came out, they asked us to help them handle some matters.”

After Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun opened the gates of the world at Fengdu Emperor's place, they returned to Fengdu in the underworld on the sixth day.

After returning to Fengdu, the two dared not leave and waited quietly in Fengdu.

What happened next proved that the quiet waiting was the right thing to do. After Nuwa and the Emperor of Fengdu came out, they summoned Zhou Yan and Little Yama and announced something to their two most capable subordinates.

After Zhou Yan finished speaking, Little Yama added to the story.

"The Goddess Nuwa and the Emperor of Fengdu want us..."

Little Yama's expression was strange.

"Go and kill Maitreya Buddha."

"They say that only by killing Maitreya Buddha can the world return to normal."

Combat:

Chapter 685, Chapter Thirteen: Uniform

"Guests, your dishes have arrived."

The private room where Zhou Yan and his two companions were located was opened by a waiter, and two waiters came in carrying hand-shredded cabbage, sauerkraut fish, boiled beef, and cumin lamb, respectively.

The dishes were placed in front of Zhou Yan and the other three. Wu Quxing used his teeth to open a few bottles of beer and then filled Zhou Yan and Xiao Yanjun's glasses.

Zhou Yan picked up his glass and took a sip. The beer was made by a local brewery in Luomen City. It had a light, watery flavor, which was perfect for a young man like Zhou Yan who wasn't good at smoking or drinking.

"...Phew, this is our world now."

Zhou Yan pointed to the ground beneath his feet.

"To give an analogy, it should have a thousand health points, but the Future Buddha and the Past Buddha combined their ultimate move, inexplicably inflicting ten thousand points of damage on this world. Under normal circumstances, with such a massive number of damage points, our world should have shattered immediately. However, the Heavenly Emperors intervened and healed this world back to health."

Little Yama picked up a piece of cumin-flavored lamb and muttered something under his breath.

"This mutton isn't very good. Even with such a strong cumin flavor, it can't mask the gamey smell."

Wenquxing, who was also drinking, offered some advice.

"Small shops on the street wouldn't be willing to use good mutton, so just make do with what you have."

Little Yama swallowed the mutton and continued Zhou Yan's words.

"It's not just that the damage has been restored. The world's health is too low right now. The 10,000 points of damage haven't really landed yet. The Heavenly Emperors have separated these damages. For example, if the world's health has been restored by 100, then 90 points of damage will be dealt, and the remaining damage will be suppressed for now."

Wu Quxing, who had just finished drinking several bottles of beer, said in astonishment.

"Can this kind of damage be treated like repaying a debt, where you can pay back whatever amount you have?"

Little Yama shrugged.

"I am not one of the Heavenly Emperors, and I am not entirely sure how they did it. In short, our world is still in the midst of that great calamity. The reason we seem to be doing fine right now is because there is someone tall supporting us."

Wenquxing also took a small sip of wine, his delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, exuding charm.

"The things that the Future Buddha and the Past Buddha did have caused such a huge disaster? The Heavenly Emperors, as the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, can't bear the consequences?"

Zhou Yan explained.

"The way to avoid this calamity is simple: after this disaster, tear everything down and rebuild the world."

Zhou Yan gave a wry smile.

"This is what the Goddess Nuwa said to me: 'Now you have a child who has contracted a very troublesome illness. You have the ability to cure this child. So, do you choose to kill the child directly and end it all, or slowly endure the illness and rely on your own abilities to cure it?'"

Zhou Yan pointed to the top of the screen.