Chapter 358: Like-Minded, Cursing the Demon Emperor

Chapter 358: Like-Minded, Cursing the Demon Emperor

Nuwa Palace fell into silence, and Zu Tu waited patiently.

Several hours probably passed.

That cold voice drifted out from the palace once again: "The anomaly you perceive is a tribulation in itself. Go back."

A tribulation?

Zu Tu furrowed his brow tightly, not understanding the meaning of these words.

Since it is a tribulation, why did it make him uneasy?

Within the tribulation, he was already the strongest. What he fought for was Luck, and what he fought for was momentum.

Could that feeling of unease come from the Dark Forbidden Lord?

Is the Dark Forbidden Lord about to emerge?

Zu Tu hurriedly stood up, paid his respects, and left in a rush.

…

Time flew like an arrow, and fifty years quickly passed by.

Han Jue's cultivation time returned to normal—ordinary and dry. He cursed his enemies once every ten years, and his usual amusement probably lay in checking the mail.

Over the decades, Han Ming had successfully undergone Reincarnation. In this lifetime, his natural talent was that of a Prodigy; the moment he was born, he was already in the Loose Immortal Realm, almost catching up to the Golden Crow Divine Clan.

Some of Han Jue's immortal and divine friends perished one after another, showing that the Heavenly Court's plan to subjugate the Demon Court was not going smoothly.

Sigh.

Some friends were gone before they could even be seen again.

Watching the profile pictures of his friends disappear one by one, Han Jue felt an inexplicable sense of sorrow in his heart.

He wondered how many old friends would still be by his side when he reached the end of the Dao.

Cultivation was like a solitary peak; the higher one went, the narrower it became, until it could only accommodate a single person standing at the summit.

On this day.

Han Jue walked out of his Immortal Cave and came before the fusang tree.

So many years had passed, and the fusang tree had been growing constantly, but it was still far from mature.

A mature fusang tree could connect to the Myriad Heavens and Myriad Realms like a spacetime hub, and Han Jue had always been looking forward to that day.

The fusang tree was swaying again.

Han Jue laughed and said, "That fellow inside the Nine Nether Purgatory has already reached an agreement with me and will not harm you. Rest assured, don't be nervous."

The fusang tree said cautiously, "It's not from inside the Nine Nether Purgatory… but from outside…"

Outside?

Han Jue frowned.

He spread his Divine Thought toward the exit of the Nine Nether Purgatory.

Very soon, he discovered that the exit of the Nine Nether Purgatory was shrinking. Someone was repairing the barrier, wanting to once again isolate the Nine Nether Purgatory from the netherworld.

Han Jue frowned, falling into hesitation.

Should he stop them?

Stop my ass!

Didn't he hide in here precisely to avoid the tribulation?

Someone repairing it was a good thing!

It would save enemies from breaking in again!

After figuring it out, Han Jue decided to wait and see how things developed.

A figure suddenly appeared within the dim Void Realm.

Seeing this figure, Han Jue's expression involuntarily became strange.

This fellow…

Pan Xin!

Pan Xin turned around, casting spells with both hands. Vast magical power permeated the area, invisibly repairing the barrier for traveling between the two realms.

How did this bastard escape in here?

Pan Xin seemed to have sensed something and snorted coldly, "Yo! I didn't expect there to be someone hiding in the Nine Nether Purgatory just like me! Fellow Daoist, I advise you not to provoke me, and do not attempt to open the barrier!"

Han Jue fell silent.

Pan Xin suddenly moved, startled and suspicious: "This aura seems to be…"

He widened his eyes and shouted, "Brat! You actually achieved the God Realm! How is that possible!"

Hearing this, Han Jue could only speak up helplessly: "Senior, long time no see. Are you being hunted down?"

"Hunted down? Nonsense! Who dares to hunt me down?"

"Then why did you come…"

"Can't I be in seclusion? Since it's you brat, then I can rest assured. Before the tribulation ends, don't go out, alright?"

"Precisely my intention."

"Where are you? Why can't I calculate your location?"

Facing Pan Xin's confusion, Han Jue was silent.

He didn't know whether he should bring Pan Xin into the Dao Field.

No!

He couldn't take risks!

People's hearts were unpredictable. Although Pan Xin had a favorable impression of him, the two were not well acquainted.

Han Jue replied, "I am also in seclusion. Senior, rest early. I will continue to Cultivate."

Having said that, he retracted his Divine Thought.

To prevent exposing his location, Han Jue manipulated Hidden Sect Island to move, traveling hundreds of millions of li in an instant and disappearing without a trace.

Pan Xin froze in place, thinking to himself: "Could this brat also be hunted down?"

He couldn't help but be amused.

He never expected there to be a second person with the exact same thought as him, hiding in what seemed to be the most dangerous place!

"No way! I must find this brat. I want to see where he is turtled up!"

…

Pan Xin's appearance caused Han Jue to not dare absorb the Karma within the Nine Nether Purgatory anymore. He continued to focus his target on the thirty-sixth grade samsara world-ending black lotus.

First absorbing the Karma inside the lotus, the thirty-sixth grade samsara world-ending black lotus had accumulated Karma of several kalpas. It was very difficult for Han Jue to suck it dry, and even if he could, that would still be an extremely long period of years.

From then on, Han Jue often felt Pan Xin's Divine Thought sweep across Hidden Sect Island.

Why was this bastard looking for him?

Did he harbor evil intentions?

Han Jue almost took out the book of misfortune, but was afraid of exposing his identity.

Perhaps Pan Xin did not harbor malicious intent.

After searching for several years, Pan Xin gave up, found a place of his own to begin Cultivating, and the Nine Nether Purgatory fell into tranquility once more.

Another thirty years passed.

Aside from Cultivation, Han Jue took out the book of misfortune to curse his enemies while checking the mail.

[Your friend Heavenly Emperor was attacked by your enemy Demon Emperor]

[Your friend Li Daokong was attacked by a mighty figure]

[Your friend Huang Zuntian was attacked by a Demon Race Immortal Emperor, sustaining heavy injuries. Fortunately, your friend Great Divine General rescued him]

[Your friend Zhou Fan devoured Karmic grievances, giving birth to a Heart Demon]

[Your friend Immortal God Ji was attacked by monsters] x310229

[Your disciple Long Hao was attacked by your enemy Demon Emperor. His Physical Body was destroyed, and his soul was suppressed]

[Your friend Dao Supreme achieved an Epiphany on a Chaos Divine Ability, and his Dao Cultivation greatly increased]

…

The Heavenly Emperor and the Demon Emperor started fighting?

Was this an act, or had they torn off their masks completely?

Han Jue looked further down, and when he saw that Long Hao had been killed, his expression changed drastically.

As for Long Hao, he was quite fond of him; after all, this brat was someone he had watched grow up.

Damned Demon Emperor!

Attacking His Majesty and killing my disciple—court death!

Han Jue immediately increased the intensity of the curse on the Demon Emperor.

Five days later.

Han Jue's lifespan began to drop.

To prevent Long Hao from truly dying and perishing, Han Jue decided to curse the Demon Emperor until something went wrong with him; otherwise, there would be even more troublesome matters in the future.

He stared closely at his Attribute Panel, controlling the plummeting speed of his lifespan.

On the other side.

Within a dim palace, Long Hao's soul was imprisoned inside an oil lamp, and his gaze stared fixedly at the Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor sat atop the steps, his body wreathed in strange black Qi.

His head kept trembling, and his state was bizarre. He didn't know what was wrong.

Puff—

The Demon Emperor suddenly spat out a stream of blood, and his entire state rapidly withered.

"Damned Dark Forbidden Lord, I have already shown goodwill to you, yet you actually still…"

The Demon Emperor cursed angrily, but before he could finish speaking, another powerful force of the curse struck.

He was both shocked and angry. How could the curse power of the Dark Forbidden Lord be so powerful?

Just what kind of Magic Treasure was this bastard using?

Was it consuming his own magical power?

Cursing with magical power shouldn't have such an effect either!

The Demon Emperor's expression changed drastically. The magical power within his body began to riot, and a bizarre voice rang in his ears:

"The revitalization of the Yao Race can be said to rest on your shoulders. Can you bear it?"

"Is there really hope for the Demon Court to surpass the Heavenly Court?"

"The Heavenly Court has the assistance of the Dao Sect, what does the Demon Court have? Those Saints are biased, clearly intending to push the Yao Race into a state of extinction. On what grounds?"

The voice of a Heart Demon!

The Demon Emperor gnashed his teeth, trying hard to ignore the voice of the Heart Demon, yet the voice of the Heart Demon grew louder and louder.

Whew, today is my birthday, I want to take a break, is that okay, big brothers (pouting)

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