Humming!
Humming!
Ancient and deep chanting echoed at the boundary between the Nether Capital and the Nether Pool.
Space suddenly rippled, the rain fell upward, and the waves receded...
The first to be drawn were the demon gods, who looked back in the midst of their bloody battle, their expressions freezing for a moment.
In their minds, alarm bells rang loudly.
Above the clouds, the two fighting dragons also stopped their conquest in an instant, their gaze surveying the heavens and the earth in confusion and daze, their bloodshot eyes filled with bewilderment.
Then, the people saw the nether water glowing once more, and the heavy clouds rolling and unfurling.
"What is that sound?"
"What is this..."
"That... what is that thing?"
People pointed toward the horizon, in the direction of the Nether Pool, their expressions shifting from daze to horror.
The nether water was pure white, which they had seen many times and was not surprising.
But it was the first time they had seen the nether water emitting ten-colored light, connecting with the vault of heaven.
The ten demon gods immediately fixed their gazes on Jin Qing, while Jin Qing also looked toward Chi Ming.
Even the Small Priest, who was halfway through her escape, turned her head to look back.
Chi Ming asked almost instinctively, "What are you up to now?"
Jin Qing was indifferent, her mouth tightly shut, a faint green light flowing.
The meaning was self-evident.
It wasn't her!
Then who could it be?
What was that thing?
What on earth happened to the Nether Pool?
Where was the light coming from?
Where did this strange aura and voice originate?
No one knew the answer.
Far outside the Nether Capital, the members of the heavenly demon race who had already retreated to a safe zone had been watching the entire battlefield from a distance.
Naturally, they were also drawn to this sudden scene.
Chi Ji paced forward unnaturally until she reached the edge of the cliff before stopping.
In her distant gaze was shock and fear, and she murmured woodenly, "What is this?"
...
The gaze of the entire world converged on one place, where the ten-colored radiance lit up, and across the entire surface of the Nether Pool, a towering giant was slowly standing up.
As it rose bit by bit, the previously scattered ten-colored light contracted frantically, gradually becoming solid and clear.
"He" stood between heaven and earth.
He was very tall!
Very large!
Very bright!
"He" was like a giant who had been slumbering in the Nether Pool, waking up today to show his face before the world.
People gazed at "Him" from afar.
People looked up at "Him".
Even the demon gods had to lift their noble heads.
They stared blankly at this god who had awakened from the Nether Pool.
His majestic figure stood tall, with the dark sky and the hazy pool as his background.
His ten-colored long hair was draped behind him.
It was as brilliant as a pool of rainbows!
A pair of demon horns was arranged with different colors, ring after ring.
That face was nearly perfect, and against the backdrop of his ten-colored hair, not a single flaw could be found.
His white robes were like snow, and his emerald eyes were like deep pools.
Only two words came to everyone's mind.
Beautiful!
They asked themselves, having never seen such a perfect demon.
They could not imagine that anyone in the world could be so good-looking.
With his appearance alone, he could stun all living beings.
Making everything else willingly serve as a foil.
"Who... is He?"
"He... is so beautiful!"
"Is He... a demon immortal?"
"The... the immortal-demon race..."
The demons looked at "Him" in a daze, their minds blank, almost forgetting everything.
The demon gods looked at this figure that was both familiar and strange, unable to tell for a moment if it was real or fake, a phantom or a hallucination.
Jin Qing clutched her chest, her long blade hanging by her side, her throat bobbing as she whispered in disbelief:
"Bai... Mang?"
As for the other demon gods, including Chi Ming, their minds were in chaos and turmoil.
Their first thought was that it was the Demon Lord manifesting in the mortal world.
Then, they suddenly realized and believed the story Bai Mang had made up in the past, that ridiculous story.
It was very ridiculous.
It was very absurd.
But now, they believed it; the story was true.
Finally, their eyes widened, and like Jin Qing, they showed expressions of disbelief.
Simply because this face was so familiar, and this figure was so fresh in their memories.
Except for the emerald eyes, demon horns, and ten-colored hair, he was exactly the same.
The figure of Bai Mang flashed through all their minds simultaneously, and the name escaped their lips in a whisper.
"Bai Mang!"
"Bai Mang!!"
But...
Was it really him?
Or did he just look like him?
While the world stood in a daze, horrified by this, "His" eyes, filled with compassion, slowly swept over the scene before him, looking down upon all living beings, and finally rested on the High Priest whose chest had been pierced by a spear.
"He" spoke, and "He" said, "Let it end here."
His voice was not loud, yet it was like a startling thunder, echoing boundlessly.
The moving Adam's apple, the flickering eyes, and the shifting expressions on his face all revealed the unease and panic belonging to the demons.
"He" had come.
"He" had spoken.
"He" told them to stop fighting.
The demons understood that "He" had come to stop the war.
The demon gods truly stopped fighting.
It wasn't that they didn't dare, but that they were stunned.
No one responded; aside from the sound of the fine rain, the whistling cold wind, and the thumping of hearts, the entire world was as silent as death.
"He" smiled slightly, a smile that could captivate all living beings, and "He" said warmly again, "Grant me this favor and cease your fighting."
It was so gentle, like a cool summer breeze that dispelled the sweltering heat.
Like a warm winter sun that drove away the severe cold.
It made one feel refreshed, and even the unease and agitation departed along with it.
Yes.
They were certain that "He" was He—He was a god!
The two dragons restrained their killing intent, retracting their fangs and claws.
The ten demon gods silently returned to their human forms.
The killing intent in their eyes vanished without a sound, and the Crimson Demon also released the long spear in his hand.
He was very satisfied, narrowing his eyes slightly; that smile was actually even more charming and brilliant than his long hair.
Chi Ming turned around and asked, "Who are you?"
The world remained quiet, and the eyes of the entire world were filled with expectation.
Yes, who are you?
Not only did Chi Ming want to ask, but all the demons wanted to know.
Who are you?
He gazed at Chi Ming, and Chi Ming actually lowered his head unnaturally; He slowly swept his gaze over the Nether Capital, and everyone instinctively lowered their heads, even the demon horses, demon falcons, and demon dragons did the same.
Even the heavenly demon race far in the distance were no exception...
At this moment.
No one dared to look directly at Him again.
Even if they didn't know who He really was, that peerless countenance, the ten-colored long hair, and the towering figure all indicated that His bloodline was incomparably noble.
In the Demon Abyss, the bloodline theory was deeply rooted in the hearts of the mortal demons, the earthly demons, and even the heavenly demon race.
It was already deeply ingrained.
His hands slowly spread open, like a supreme king ruling the world, looking down upon all living beings, as he chanted word by word:
"I am the bloodline of the Demon Lord!"
"Immortal-demon Bai Mang!"
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