In the southern part of the Boundless Mountains, a rat daemon general and a nest of rat daemons were swallowed by a Void Devouring Beast. He shrieked hysterically. As he rolled around in the vines, he shouted, "Spare me, Great King of the North Moon!"
Li Qingshan could not help but laugh. So it was this "rat king" who had once tried to kill him! He called himself a "cat-eating rat", but Xuanyue's "meow" had frightened him into scurrying away. He did not expect her to recognize him.
However, he did not know that this "rat king" had not slept well ever since he heard of the "North Moon Daemon King".
As for the cat daemon who had once carved the two words "Northmoon" on his ox horns, who knew where he had run off to. But it did not matter. As long as he continued like this, he would see her eventually.
A dark-faced old man called Diao Fei made Li Qingshan think of his time as a Hawkwolf guard in Jiaping city. The clearest image was not of how he fought with his superior, but how the courtesan called Furong had seduced him coquettishly, making him so disgusted that he punched him.
Originally, he wanted to drink with him, but Diao Fei paled as soon as he saw him. In the end, he left the matter unsettled. It was a pity for all the fine alcohol he had collected in the world.
Other than preventing Deep Blue Little Fatty from "digesting" the living, he had to save the alcohol for himself. Although he liked alcohol, he was not a drunkard. He did not care what kind of alcohol he had. He stored all of it in a metal gourd, enough to fill a lake.
The iron gourd was an arcane treasure. Its original function was to absorb the enemy's techniques. Gu Yanying had obtained it from somewhere and gifted it to him. She also reported the situation of the South sea to him in passing. The "great battle royale" he worried about did not happen, so she could not help but praise the Rahu God. Little Ming had calmed down. They really did live up to their name. However, for some reason, Gu Yanying's smile was rather strange.
Drinking alone tastes bad, drinking alone is tasteless. Fortunately, he soon met Hao Pingyang, a hero of mohism who had once fought alongside him. He was already close to the second heavenly tribulation and had built a city of mechanisms deep in the mountains.
Hao Pingyang enthusiastically responded to Li Qingshan's invitation. He talked about his adventures in the zombie cave and reminisced about his fellow disciples who had passed away. As he sighed, he was already dead drunk. Li Qingshan threw him into Deep Blue's mouth and sent him to another world.
By the time he arrived in Salt Mountain city, it had already become an active volcano. He had never expected Yu Shukuang to be here, and he was all alone. He was already old, guarding an empty grave in retirement, already prepared to be buried here.
Old Master Yu emotionally asked Li Qingshan to fulfill his wish. He didn't want to go anywhere else. Li Qingshan thought about it carefully. He commanded Deep Blue Little Fatty to swallow him whole and toss him into the Sky Climbing Vine.
Heh, 'Niu Juxia' isn't that easy to deal with.
Even though Qingzhou was in ruins and had experienced many disasters, it was difficult to leave one's homeland. There were still many familiar faces for Li Qingshan, most of them old acquaintances from the Hundred Schools of Thought.
Unknowingly, those familiar faces appeared one by one. Most of them had become old. This was the path of cultivation. Not everyone could continue on this path of cultivation.
Suddenly, Li Qingshan discovered he was actually still so young. He was so young that he seemed like he had just left the mountain village and ventured into the jianghu with great ambition.
But now, the jianghu was far away. The Green province that spanned fifteen thousand kilometers could no longer accommodate his wanderings. He was just about to leave the "mountain village" known as the nine provinces and venture into an even vaster world.
"The six realms of saṃsāra are endless. The nine provinces are but a corner of it."
Returning to the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Lake of Dragons and Snakes had already ceased to exist. All that was left was a deep valley. Black smoke and lava flowed within. It no longer resembled the past. His old acquaintances were separated, so where was the beauty?
By the time he finished drinking the entire sea of ink, the dragon king was nowhere to be seen. The pupil-less scholar in green must have grown tired of this place and ventured into the true ocean. Perhaps he was waiting for him in the South sea right now?
The old grievances of being hunted down and dying in the Mist province had been resolved long ago. Instead, he thanked Little Ann for fulfilling his end of the deal and fulfilling his wish.
The Southsea commandery, Savage mountain, the Myriad Poison cult …
He revisited these places. When he devoured the White Lotus Sect, he remembered the romantic encounter he once had in the Mist province. As he reminisced about it, he could not help but drink a few more cups.
As the Space-devouring Beast constantly devoured, his memories flowed faster and faster like a river. As the alcohol in the gourd flowed down his throat, even Li Qingshan felt a little tipsy. With a benevolent heart, he constantly devoured the world.
A pair of foxy eyes had been observing him the entire time.
This bastard really doesn't take me seriously. I told him to come see me as soon as he wakes up, yet he's actually wasting time on something as boring as this. Don't tell me he really isn't afraid of the Demon God Qiongqi at all?
A stinky man was actually bold enough to ignore her charms. That was truly intolerable. This was her specialty. If he were pure and possessed a very high cultivation, then so be it, but this man just happened to be a lecher, and his cultivation was even below hers.
Worst of all, their fates had already become deeply intertwined. Once they took this step, there would be no turning back. Once they failed, they would definitely be implicated. At the very least, their souls would disperse.
However, since he had been chosen by that person, perhaps he would become her greatest pillar of support one day in the future.
Using a Space-devouring Beast as a mount really is unheard of. What a magnificent sight! Her heart stirred slightly, and she licked her red lips. If I could see something like that often, it wouldn't be boring. However, with the king as an example, I can't be someone else's concubine anymore. Dammit, what am I thinking? But no matter what, I have to take him down!
"Achoo!" Li Qingshan rubbed his nose and smiled drunkenly. "There must be a beauty thinking of me. Come, let's keep drinking!"
Luo Hou Xiaoming pointed south lazily. "In the best case scenario, you better go and explain yourself."
The great cultivators and Daemon Kings of the Nine States were gathered above the South Sea. Their expressions were unusually nervous as they looked up at Li Qingshan, who was on the back of a Space-devouring Beast. Behind Li Qingshan, the Nine States had already turned into a vast ocean, all of which had fallen into Deep Blue Little Fatty's stomach.
Luo Hou Xiaoming had been very relaxed during this period of time. He did not spend much effort to "hold down the fort". When Li Qingshan began his journey to "recall the glorious past", many cultivators were almost in despair.
Of course, he was "saving the world", but in the eyes of others, he was "destroying the world" and killing everyone. This was truly a great calamity that the Nine States had never faced before. The Human Emperor Feng Long was indeed right. He was a terrifying Great Demon King.
Although Gu Yanying had informed them of the situation, many cultivators were certain that Li Qingshan wanted to gather them together so that he could wipe them out in one fell swoop. After all, facts spoke louder than words.
Under this terrifying threat, whether it be humans, daemons, or otherfolk, they basically cast aside all prejudices and banded together tightly, waiting for the arrival of this decisive battle to the death. However, no one was confident they could emerge victorious, so the atmosphere of panic spread again and again. It had already reached its peak now.
Li Qingshan's "sneeze" earlier had almost made many cultivators attack him directly, throwing their lives on the line.
Fortunately, there were many old acquaintances of Li Qingshan here, so they had established a great principle beforehand. "Before negotiations fail, no one is allowed to attack Li Qingshan."
As a result, according to the agreement, the Unraging monk stepped forward and smiled bitterly. "Qingshan, what do you want?"
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