The pain of the purple heavenly fire burning his soul still gave Kuricamus a lingering fear. If he hadn't accidentally swallowed a magical Stoneheart Liquid in the Purple Abyss Valley, which helped him survive the Death Tribulation, and even benefited from the disaster, the grass on his grave would have been thirty feet tall.
He had overestimated his pain tolerance after all. He had never thought that there would be pain that was thousands of times more intense than weapon refinement in this world. He could not help but let out a heart-wrenching howl, and his consciousness soon fell into a daze. His mind was blank, and only the endless purple flames were burning.
Back then, when the black fire burned his body, it burned his muscles, bones, blood, and flesh. But this purple fire didn't just burn his corporeal body, it also burned his soul. Even though his spirit hid in the God Depository Meridian, it couldn't escape.
Now, he had completely lost the ability to resist, and did not even know where he was. There was only the purple flames burning in front of him, burning his soul, blood, and flesh.
To his despair, the three-colored flame, which he had placed all his hopes on, did not respond at all. It flickered quietly in his sea of consciousness, as if it had reached a tacit understanding with the purple flame. They would not interfere with each other's business.
Fortunately, Kuricamus was extremely confident in the power of the purple flames, and was not interested in killing someone who was about to die. He just gently flapped his bone wings that were burning with purple flames and floated in the air, quietly admiring the beautiful sea of purple flames and the reverent gazes of the Evil Demon army under his command.
"Mountain River Tortoise?"
"Dao Wuhui?"
No one knew that a shocking reunion of old friends was taking place in the Medicine Spiritual Ring.
The Mountain River Tortoise and the crazy old man stared at each other for a long time before shouting almost at the same time.
"Dao Wuhui, how did you become like this? And why did your strength drop so much? "
The Mountain River Tortoise came back to its senses and asked in disbelief with its big round eyes.
"Dao Wuhui? Am I Dao Wuhui? Do you know me? Tell me, who am I? Who is Dao Wuhui? "
The crazy old man's answer made the Mountain River Tortoise speechless. It looked at the crazy old man for a long time before looking like it had seen a ghost. "What the hell is wrong with you? How did your Unparalleled Tyrant Body become a mortal? What happened to your body? "
"What is the Unparalleled Tyrant Body? Who am I? Who am I … "
The crazy old man clutched his hair in pain as he screamed like a madman.
"Sigh! I didn't expect to meet an old friend, but everything has changed. Now, you are Dao Wuhui, but you are also not Dao Wuhui. I think you must have abandoned the Unparalleled Overlord Body and entered the cycle of reincarnation, forgetting your past and present lives. "
The Mountain River Tortoise sighed.
Xiao Chen stretched out a small claw and smacked the back of Old Feng's head, knocking him out. Then, sadness appeared in Xiao Chen's eyes. The joy of reuniting with an old friend vanished because of what happened to Dao Wuhui. There was only boundless loneliness.
What was strange was that Ding Ning was facing the threat of death, but the Mountain River Tortoise didn't care at all. It was as if it didn't see anything. It lay beside the unconscious crazy old man and squinted its eyes. Soon, it started snoring softly.
Ding Ning's consciousness had been completely annihilated by the purple flames. Even though his spirit was burning with the purple flames, he couldn't feel any warmth at all. It was as if he was in an ice cave that wouldn't melt for eternity. He was shivering from the cold. This was a rather novel experience for him, who was already immune to cold and heat.
His spirit and soul had long merged into one. Under the burning of the purple flames, he kept screaming miserably. His soul light kept dimming and gradually turned into ashes under the purple flames.
On the mountain a hundred miles away, Aruna was already sobbing uncontrollably. Unfortunately, she was imprisoned by the Demon Thearch and couldn't even make a sound.
The High Priest looked at the sorrowful Aruna and felt as if he was being stabbed by needles. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why … why hasn't the Human Emperor made a move yet?"
"The Human Emperor is severely injured. He won't make a move."
The Demon Thearch seemed to have a clear view of the situation. He had everything planned out, and there was no fluctuation on his calm face.
"Ah, then you said before that the Human Emperor would make a move?"
The High Priest was confused by his answer and asked with a confused look.
The Demon Thearch curled his lips and said, "I didn't say that the Human Emperor would make a move."
"This …"
The High Priest recalled carefully. It seemed that it was true. The Human Emperor never said that the Human Emperor would make a move.
Perhaps he was asking on behalf of Aruna, or perhaps he was really puzzled, he continued to ask, "Then who are you talking about? Who will save him? "
"That person might make a move, or he might not. I can't be sure. But I know that he will definitely not watch Ding Ning die."
The Demon Thearch frowned and said with some uncertainty.
What the High Priest didn't notice was that the Demon Thearch clenched his fists quietly and looked at the purple fire curtain with a flash of worry in his eyes.
He thought to himself, Will the Human Emperor really watch Ding Ning die?
No, that's impossible. He's played such a big game of chess. Even I have fallen into his trap. Ding Ning is his most important chess piece. How can the Human Emperor just watch him die?
Calm down, you must calm down. The more it's like this, the more you have to keep your composure. I don't believe that he can really keep his composure.
The Demon Thearch almost couldn't help but want to make a move several times. But the thought of being used as a chess piece by Ming Di made him furious. He suppressed his impulse and chose to watch from the sidelines.
He was the Great Golden Roc Emperor. Although his status wasn't as high as the Sovereign and Two Emperors of the Three Realms, he was still the Demon Thearch. Apart from the Sovereign and Two Emperors, he was the most respected existence in the Three Realms.
Only the Nine Great Celestial Emperors and the Demon Thearch were on equal footing with him. Even the Lord of the 33 Heavens had to bow and greet him.
But this Ming Di was really a leader. He dared to use the Demon Thearch as a chess piece. The Demon Thearch was even fooled into thinking that everything was under his control.
Under these circumstances, the Demon Thearch's resentment towards Ming Di was unimaginable. He would rather watch his great-grandson turn to dust and not make a move. He didn't want to be used as a chess piece by Ming Di again.
Unfortunately, he didn't know what had happened in the Sacred Mountain of the Kunpeng Realm. That was why he made such a judgment.
Even the Human Emperor didn't know that he wasn't the only one who had been injured by the will of the Kunpeng and sent back to the Human Realm. The Immortal Thearch, Ming Di, and the Demon Thearch had also been seriously injured and sent back to their own realms.
The heavily injured Ming Di was currently hiding in the Underworld, bitterly avoiding the pursuit of his former subordinates. He couldn't even protect himself, let alone Ding Ning.
Speaking of which, Ming Di was quite pitiful. He had been away from the Underworld for far too long, so long that it was no longer the Underworld he was familiar with. His once loyal subordinates had long become ambitious because of his disappearance.
The Netherworld God Palace of the past had already fallen apart. After Jiang Yi went missing, those high-ranking Netherworld Generals were all panicking. At first, they were still hoping for him to come back. All of them carried out their duties to the best of their abilities.
But as time passed, there was still no news of Ming Di. All sorts of rumors began to spread. Some said that he was trapped in the Primordial Chaotic Universe and would never return. Others said that he was trapped by love. After being abandoned by his lover, he became disheartened and lived in seclusion in the mountains. Others said that he was arrogant and unruly. He had offended too many people and was killed by the combined forces of the Great Emperors of other realms …
In short, all sorts of rumors, both reliable and unreliable, pointed to one fact: Ming Di would never return.
Under such circumstances, the Netherworld Generals also started to have other ideas. They started to fight for power, both openly and covertly. There were endless disputes.
Some of the nobles, who knew that the Underworld God Palace was in chaos and thought that they were powerful, also took action. They announced that they were breaking away from the Underworld God Palace's rule. They raised their flags and proclaimed themselves kings. They recruited soldiers and bought horses to strengthen themselves.
Although these Underworld Generals wanted to fight for the position of the supreme ruler of the Underworld, they didn't dare to openly declare themselves kings. Although they had this intention, they hadn't carried it out yet. Moreover, even though they had their own armies, they were still doing so under the banner of the Underworld God Palace.
But now, they hadn't even dared to proclaim themselves kings. These rabble, who used to obey their orders, actually dared to openly raise their flags and rebel. How could they tolerate this? Hence, after some discussion, the Underworld Generals, who had been fighting openly and covertly, decided to temporarily put aside their fighting and join forces to suppress these rebels.
Unexpectedly, since these nobles dared to proclaim themselves kings, they were naturally fully prepared. They immediately joined forces to fight against the Underworld God Palace.
After a few battles, the Underworld Generals tragically realized that they had more losses than they won. They were at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, these nobles weren't united. They all had their own selfish motives. In order to preserve their strength, they schemed and schemed against each other. They weren't willing to go all out. This resulted in the current stalemate between the two sides.
As a result, the Netherworld fell into a chaotic era where heroes stood side by side and fought endlessly. Although the final large-scale war had yet to break out, local conflicts had never stopped. Every day, countless people died on the battlefield, dying on the battlefield.
As the saying went, heroes were born in troubled times. In these turbulent times, countless geniuses were born. They relied on their military merits to rise to the top and become the most powerful and talented people.
The tragic Underworld Thearch returned under such circumstances. If he hadn't been injured, things would have been fine. With his previous prestige, he could have easily gathered all the Underworld Generals under his command. He could then lead the army to quell the rebellions and unify the world.
But he was injured, and very seriously. This caused the Underworld Generals, who had been worried that he would come back to settle the score, to have other ideas.
If they could kill the Underworld Thearch and obtain the Underworld Thearch Fruit Throne, they would be the rightful Lord of the Underworld. Not only would their cultivation improve, but they could also borrow the power of the Underworld's Heavenly Dao to conquer the world.
The Netherworld Thearch had never imagined that the Netherworld Generals who had been so loyal and fearful of him would betray him. Caught off guard, he was first poisoned and then ambushed by the Netherworld Generals. His injuries worsened and he had no choice but to flee.
If it weren't for the Underworld Emperor's buddhahood and his ability to tap into the power of the heavenly dao, which allowed him to carve out a path of blood in the face of certain death, he would've long since perished as the strongest of the three realms.
When the Underworld Generals saw that their meticulous plan to kill him had failed, they grew fearful. They were afraid that the Underworld Thearch would seek revenge after recovering from his injuries. After much deliberation, they announced to the world that the Underworld Thearch had escaped with injuries.
This time, the Underworld was in a mess. The Underworld Emperor Fruit Throne was an existence similar to the Imperial Jade Seal of ancient times on Earth. It was the symbol of the supreme position, and anyone with a bit of ambition would covet it.
As a result, the pitiful Underworld Thearch became the target of everyone's scorn. People were after his life, trying to steal the Underworld Thearch Fruit Throne. He had to run for his life, hide from place to place, and cut a sorry figure.
But the Demon Emperor didn't know any of this. He firmly believed that since he had laid out the plan, he wouldn't let anything happen to his pawn.
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