The Demon Emperor of the Perfect World

Chapter 1 Prologue Yin Yang Furnace

(Tip, this is the author's first book. He is immature and didn't handle the beginning well. It's a bit like the abusive writing style of an old book from more than ten years ago. The quality is absolutely guaranteed in the rest. Non-Shen Nong can start reading from Chapter 16 "Two Naughty Children".)
  Millions of years ago, in the ancient immortal world, the stars exploded, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and all souls were annihilated. At this time, a figure in white looked so majestic. As he breathed and breathed, brilliance flowed, blocking the sky with magical powers. Flash floods broke out, the earth overturned, and countless remaining creatures were protected by his mighty power.

Under him, a giant black and white furnace stood in the void, surrounded by countless broken mountains, rivers, continents, ancient countries, and countless creatures. There are humans, vegetation, wild animals, and birds. They were smaller than ants, kneeling on the ground, crying with gratitude, and they all prayed devoutly to him standing in the void.

"Thank you Immortal Lord for your great kindness, allowing us to survive."

"Alas, I still can't do it after all! Master of the Six Paths, my disciple Yin Yang has tried his best in this catastrophe in a foreign land. I can no longer go to Diguan to see the master. I will give my last words and hope that the master is well."

After saying this, his body began to decompose and dissipate. In such a disaster, his power is ultimately small.

"No, Immortal Lord, you can't abandon us."

"I don't want to die!"

"The Immortal Lord has great righteousness. Since he cannot survive, we are willing to go with the Immortal Lord and accompany him on the road to hell."

All souls wail and express their last words.

In the Imperial Pass, on top of the tall city wall, a tall and mighty man stood with one hand behind his back holding a hexagonal disk. At this time, his clothes were torn and he was covered in blood, but he still had an extraordinary bearing. The dilapidated ancient city wall is devastated. There are corpses everywhere under the city, battle flags that have been burning for a long time, and countless troops who are still fighting for their lives in front. The war drums keep beating, and the dragon horn blows.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something. Looking back and staring at the distant land behind him, he waved his empty hand and a ray of light shot out. The black and white stove transformed into the size of a palm and stood quietly in the hand.

He stared at it for a long time, silently, and with a wave of his hand, a black stone tablet was thrown into the furnace, and then into the river of time, watching it go downstream. A cloudy tear fell from the corner of his eye, and he murmured to himself:

"Everything has been doomed for a long time. We are just pioneers, and it is not us who will end this troubled world. The little guy with the variable will inherit your will, and together with that person, we will end this turmoil."

Chao Xiaolu casually made a handprint.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and then looked forward, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and ferocity.

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(End of this chapter)