School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1870 - 1956: Resurrection of the Demon Path Sovereign 8

Such a complete annihilation, destroying even the soul, causes one to dissipate into the universe, beyond resuscitation even with the Heaven Reversal Demon Technique.

"Ancient Soul, you're but a fragment of my spirit that I left within the Demon Abyss. Even now, you refuse to yield? What are you delaying for?" The Heart Demon jeered with arrogance.

The Ancient Soul could only emit faint, intermittent cries of struggle, utterly powerless to resist. After roughly fifteen minutes, the Ancient Soul's screams faded, leaving the void in profound silence.

With a look of pure venom, Mo Qing stared at the Heart Demon. "Who exactly are you?"

Even teetering on the brink of oblivion, he craved understanding before his demise.

The Heart Demon erupted in hearty laughter. "I am who I am, the Supreme of the Demon Path. You hail from the Haotian Realm. Do you harbor hopes that your disciples and followers will bring retribution upon me? The Demon King Palace possesses formidable might, it's true, but I wasn't cowed into submission!"

"Your Divine Sense is remarkably potent. Within this Secret Realm, you managed to grasp the entirety of the conversation between myself and this tiny tower. However, your understanding of the Haotian Realm, gleaned from my words, falls far short of its true nature."

Mo Qing let out a cold sneer. "Despite being a Domain Lord, I resided in the Haotian Realm for countless millennia, yet never fully comprehended its vastness. Particularly within the Chaotic Time-Space, a supreme power exists, far beyond your wildest imaginings."

"What point is there in dwelling on such matters? Since you're aware of my intention to seize your Netherworld Demon Technique, you must have surmised my desire to explore vaster horizons. The Haotian Realm is indeed a worthy destination, one I find quite appealing."

With the Ancient Soul utterly vanquished, the demonic voice resonated with even greater power. "Should I journey to the Haotian Realm, I shall certainly pay your Demon King Palace a visit. I am the Supreme of the Demon Path, and as we share a common origin, I shall refine every one of you. It will be an endeavor of boundless merit."

The Heart Demon's laughter carried a profound arrogance and a spirit of defiance, yet it compelled all present to believe his words without reservation.

"The name 'Demon King Palace' has a certain ring to it, although perhaps a touch unrefined. Nevertheless, it's concise and direct. How many members constitute your Demon King Palace? Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions?"

The Heart Demon let out a sigh. "Back when I inhabited the Four Extremes World, that fellow Yuan Shi was incessantly meddlesome. Now, I know not where he met his end, but at least I am free. Yet, Chen Nan, who bears a semblance of my legacy, turns against me. I find myself unable even to eliminate him."

The Heart Demon appeared quite dejected. "In that case, I am left with no alternative but to annihilate your Demon King Palace members within the Haotian Realm. Mark my words, this is the direct consequence of your threat; do not blame me for seeking trouble without cause when the time comes. I understand the Demon King Palace possesses a Demon Sky Map, which will greatly aid me in my cultivation of the Netherworld Demon Technique."

As the Heart Demon concluded his statement, his laughter reverberated through the entire void.

Mo Qing's Divine Soul quaked, his Soul Lamp flickering precariously close to extinguishing. Severely wounded in spirit, consumed by rage, had his physical form existed, he would undoubtedly have vomited torrents of blood by now.

Chen Nan, who had previously considered himself sharp-tongued, instantly realized his own inadequacy upon hearing the Heart Demon's discourse.

"Hah, Chen Nan, I've integrated my malevolent aspects. Isn't it exceedingly wicked? Once one embarks upon the path of slaughter, escape becomes a near impossibility." The Heart Demon chuckled, addressing Chen Nan directly.

Chen Nan's expression shifted dramatically; this outcome was precisely what he dreaded most. In truth, at this juncture, he harbored a dawning suspicion, yet he loathed the idea of losing Little Heavenly Demon. He also wished to remain ignorant of Little Heavenly Demon's past identity. Whose resentment was it that Little Heavenly Demon embodied?

Chen Nan only recalled that Little Heavenly Demon, who had always trailed him devotedly, was, in fact, his own brother.

"Only through the unification of both good and evil can one truly attain the status of the Supreme of the Demon Path, thereby restoring my power and enabling me to pursue even loftier realms. Chen Nan, as a formidable cultivator yourself, you ought to grasp my intentions."

Chen Nan's grip tightened on the Golden Phoenix Winged Spear, his teeth grinding so fiercely that they threatened to shatter, blood seeping from his eyes. "Heart Demon, I will not impede your resurrection. However, if you dare to refine Little Heavenly Demon today, just as you did the Ancient Soul, then regardless of the eons that pass, I vow to find you!"

"Chen Nan, do you comprehend the profound loneliness of existence? With my current cultivation, the ancient celestial battles should not have led to my ruin; alas, the Primordial Emperor vanished. That peerless invincibility, a state you have yet to grasp."

The Heart Demon’s eyes blazed with Demonic Qi, "Though the Haotian Realm teems with formidable beings preparing for me, your ascent is remarkably swift. Should I triumph over them all, how desolate solitude would become. Thus, we shall remain adversaries — the Little Heavenly Demon is fated for destruction."

The Heart Demon commenced the refinement of Little Heavenly Demon’s very essence, intending to usurp the potent Heavenly Demon physique for his own.

From a considerable distance, Mo Qing, ensnared within the Formation, experienced an overwhelming despair as his Divine Soul teetered on the brink of dispersion.

"Supreme of the Demon Path, I, Mo Qing, shall not forget this. Our Demon King Palace awaits you in the Haotian Realm. Though I perish today, you may master the Netherworld Demon Technique, but even should you evade my Demon King Palace, the entity within Chaotic Time-Space will surely hold you accountable."

Upon uttering these final words, Mo Qing's Divine Soul dissipated. Seizing control of Little Heavenly Demon’s body, the Heart Demon moved with blinding speed, breaching the Formation to capture numerous scattered residual souls, absorbing them into his being.

"Netherworld Demon Technique, hmph, once I absorb the Netherworld Demonic Energy within this Secret Realm, and this technique reaches its zenith, even the Domain Lord-level powerhouses of the Haotian Realm will eventually grovel beneath my feet."

The Heart Demon assimilated Mo Qing’s lingering soul, instantly achieving mastery over the Netherworld Demon Technique.

In the subsequent moment, the voice of Little Heavenly Demon resonated, "Chen Nan, Demon Grandpa has endured such isolation in the Outer Domain for ages, ceaselessly pondering my true identity, yet finding no answer; perhaps the Heavenly Demon Clan is inherently bound by chaos and savage violence..."

Chen Nan’s eyes welled with crimson, "Old Demon, cease your words. I shall rescue you, even if it means slaying the Supreme of Demon Path to bring you back."

"Chen Nan, I acknowledge my path has reached its conclusion. I was merely an embodiment of the Supreme of Demon Path’s resentment. Though I possessed kindness and order, my transformation into a Heavenly Demon was an unforeseen circumstance. Now, with the Supreme of Demon Path’s resurgence, all this is inevitable. You need not bear this burden, nor seek vengeance for me. My greatest solace remains the unyielding memory of having a brother, a friend like you!"

The Little Heavenly Demon, undergoing refinement, felt tremors course through his soul and flesh.

The Heart Demon intensified the refining process once more.

Little Heavenly Demon’s voice began to fade irrevocably, echoing the demise of the Ancient Demon Soul. Chen Nan, unable to restrain himself, surged forward to confront the Heart Demon. However, just as he attacked, the Heart Demon swiftly evaded.

Having absorbed power nearly on par with a Supreme from the Ancient Demon Soul, combined with his formidable Heart Demon essence, now inhabiting the Half-step Supreme Realm body of Little Heavenly Demon, his true might had already surpassed that of ordinary Supremes.

Chen Nan was rendered powerless.

"Insolent fools! Face me!"

While the Heart Demon sought to refine Little Heavenly Demon, Ye Yiyi and Su Qingqing, overcome with fury, unleashed their powers; one conjured the Silver Bell Rope, the other the White Jade Lotus Platform.

"You two fledgling girls, I scarcely wish to concern myself with you. I stand at a pivotal moment of revival; should you attack recklessly, I shall show you no mercy."

The Heart Demon declared in a chilling tone, his expression unfathomable, and his next pronouncement sent shockwaves through the very heavens.

"Chen Nan, in antiquity, an ancient saint sacrificed his wife to attain ascension. Why not allow me to slay all these friends and women of yours, thereby tempering your resolve towards supreme strength? What say you?"