I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

Chapter 1843: Chapter 872: The Descent of the Demon God! (Part 3)

There is no so-called act of mercy; whether I speak or not, the fate of the demons is already sealed. Why bother speaking?"

"Indeed, as the Savior Bodhisattva said, you are eloquent and versed in human reason. If you were among the Human Race, you would be considered a Great Scholar, speaking from the standpoint of the demon race.

Indeed, there is some truth to your words."

"I was born in the Southern Border and shall die in the Southern Border. It’s a pity... my Demon God Hall is incompetent, leading the demon race to such a plight, becoming the eternal sin demon of the demon race."

Bai Shan sighed deeply. He didn’t truly believe in Mo Ying’s methods, but like a drowning man grasping a broken piece of wood, it was merely a glimmer of hope.

He continued:

"The Savior Bodhisattva is that monkey from back then, hahaha.... That mischievous monkey once sought my guidance, but alas, his temperament was too impulsive; otherwise, the demon race would surely have had another battle-hardened Demon God.

Instead of a Buddhist Bodhisattva, speaking about compassion yet betraying the demon race, genuinely acknowledging himself as human."

"It’s not like that. Before leaving, the Savior Bodhisattva pleaded with the emperor several times, begging him to spare innocent demons and also begged me to say some kind words.

Though he became a Buddhist, he remained with a demon body."

Moluo shook his head lightly and said in a soft voice.

"Did Chen Yuan agree?"

"If the donor is willing to surrender, I think he would agree." Moluo knew well that although Chen Yuan outwardly declared the subjugation of the demon race for the eternal peace of the Human Race, his actual targets were merely a few Demon Gods.

And seizing territories, preparing for the future dwelling of the Human Race. He wasn’t truly interested in exterminating the entire demon race, after all, those beings were merely ants.

If sensible, he might even retain some tribes, perhaps... to serve as opponents to hone the skills of the future Human Race, to prevent indolence leading to internal strife.

"Do you think I would believe this?" Bai Shan sneered coldly.

"I hope you do believe, for this is the only chance for the demon race. Previously, during that great battle in the starry sky, I assume the donor and several Demon Gods understand.

Even those existent in the Demon Emperor Realm couldn’t stop the emperor; how could you resist? Persisting stubbornly only increases casualties, leading to the extinction of the demon race.

I, as a monk, see all as equal, and am willing at least to speak well of you before the emperor."

Moluo spoke up.

Although he indeed had a compassionate thought, fundamentally he still wanted to end the war with the demon race promptly, preserve strength, and fight again after the arrival of the Immortal Domain.

It couldn’t continue endlessly in the Southern Border with these demons.

If it weren’t for such considerations, Chen Yuan wouldn’t have ventured with several Immortals into the Southern Border to survey the demon race’s actions.

"Can I believe you?" Bai Shan asked after a long silence, in a solemn voice.

"You have no choice," the old Heavenly Master said blandly.

"Indeed, the demon race is now at the end of its rope, you have no room for choice, and surrendering to the Human Race now is the wisest choice." Su Ming the Elder nodded in agreement.

White Mountain Demon God became even more silent, after a long time, nodded sullenly:

"I... agree with you."

"Bai Shan... You disappoint me greatly!" Suddenly, a strong pressure enveloped the heaven and earth, causing Moluo and the old Heavenly Master among others to change their expressions drastically.

They looked toward the front left in disbelief.

This pressure... could it be... the Demon Emperor?!

Where did the demon race gather so many powerful beings?

Moluo was horrified and transmitted to the Heavenly Book, urging Chen Yuan to come quickly, lest disaster ensue.

White Mountain Demon God also widened his eyes in shock, turning to face the front with a look of disbelief, unable to comprehend that this situation was indeed real.

Only to see in the void, a figure in a dark, sinister Black Robe slowly materialize, eyes like black holes emanating a sinister and strange aura, flames seemingly igniting around him, distorting the void.

At this moment, his appearance seemed like the sole existence in the heavens and earth, causing everyone to feel an innate fear, even the Immortals weren’t exempt.

Demon Emperor... Mo Ying!

No, it is the Demon God... Luo Tian!

"Demon Emperor, I... I just...." Bai Shan hesitated, partly due to incredulousness over Mo Ying’s transformation, not having much hope in his heart, thus seeking to preserve the demon race.

On the other hand, he felt ashamed of his betrayal, realizing he indeed spoke such words and harbored such thoughts.

This was painfully real.

"No need to speak more, the traitors.... shall die." ’Mo Ying’s’ voice became increasingly hoarse, like a voice from Hell, as his sinister gaze turned, instantly terrifying Bai Shan, causing him to cough up old blood.

"Where is Chen Yuan?"

Controlling Mo Ying’s body, Luo Tian Demon God coldly surveyed Moluo, the strongest present, but regarded him as nothing more than an ant.

"Who are you?"

Moluo’s gaze slightly narrowed, asking solemnly.

"I asked you, where is Chen Yuan?!" Luo Tian Demon God stepped forward, a terrifying might crushed the heavens and earth, swept across the Human World, causing the surrounding void to collapse in an instant.

The terrain sank within a hundred miles.

"You leave first, I will cover the retreat!" Moluo whispered to the old Heavenly Master and Su Ming the Elder, and next moment, a Myriad Golden Body condensed out of the void.

Neither sad nor happy, incomparably indifferent.

"Moluo, my friend...."

"State Preceptor...."

The two hesitated, knowing the relationship between Moluo and Chen Yuan; if they left Moluo behind to flee, Chen Yuan would not forgive them.

"Go, His Majesty will not blame you!"

Moluo said solemnly.

"You... actually still want to leave..." Luo Tian Demon God seemed to have heard an enormous joke, disdainfully sneering, his gaze concentrated, instantly solidifying the void for a thousand miles.

Moluo shouted, pressing down with the Myriad Golden Body, hoping to break through that boundless Demonic Qi with rule power flowing.

However, Luo Tian Demon God merely pointed lightly, and Moluo’s Golden Body Dharma instantly collapsed, transforming into nothingness.