The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

The next moment, everyone understood Tianmiao’s intention.

The painful expression on He Ling’s face vanished, replaced by a sinister cold smile. He steadied himself, suddenly extended his hand into his own body, and pulled out the remnant soul of Han Le.

The crowd was struck silent by the unexpected turn of events.

What on earth was going on?

”Demon! Demon Lord!” Han Le’s panicked voice echoed, ”My lord, spare me. Spare me, and I will serve you faithfully unto death.” This demonic energy, capable of engulfing him, could only be wielded by the Demon Lord.

The faces of the great elders instantly paled. Could it be possible? No, impossible! How could the Demon Lord appear here?

Demon Lord!

The most powerful demon in this world.

To what extent was his power? According to the secret documents of each sect, back then, all the cultivators gathered to besiege him, but to no avail. The City Lord of White Jade City led all the experts from the city to join the siege, yet still failed.

In considering the strongest individual in this world, one might struggle to give an answer, as human cultivators are continually emerging, with the new surpassing the old. But when it comes to the strongest being in this world, it was undoubtedly the Demon Lord.

At that time, the Demon Lord could easily crush these cultivators with a single finger, yet he didn’t. Bored, he simply swept them away with a wave of his hand, destroyed several city states in passing, and then vanished into the boundless horizon.

Why appear within He Ling now?

No, the question should be why pose as He Ling, pretending to be possessed, and then gradually arrive at this moment.

The Demon Lord hadn’t appeared in this world for how many years?

Fifty thousand years.

For fifty thousand years, the Demon Lord had not surfaced.

When everyone thought the world would continue to remain peaceful, the Demon Lord appeared.

And appeared in the heart of White Jade City.

The light cracking sound echoed from He Ling’s face, and under the astonished eyes of everyone, the skin on his face cracked inch by inch, falling away, revealing the dark skin beneath.

The true appearance of the Demon Lord emerged before all eyes.

It was a face brimming with wild charm—demons have always paired strength with beauty.

With merely a grin, he crushed Han Le’s struggling remnant soul in his hand. He then reached out towards the soul of ”He Ling,” which was floating towards the Sect Master of Cangyuan Sect, seized it, and crushed it.

It was the Demon Lord!

That face!

The few elders and Sect Master confirmed the identity of the ”person” before them. In every sect’s secret documents, detailed descriptions of the Demon Lord exist, naturally including his appearance.

”Demon Lord, what is your purpose in descending again?” The Great Elder stepped forward two paces, asking in a deep voice.

If faced against this Demon Lord, even if they combined all their strength, it was unlikely to be a match. If he truly intended to attack White Jade City, the ability of White Jade City to withstand was uncertain in his mind.

The Demon Lord did not answer the Great Elder’s question; instead, his gaze slowly turned towards Master Wu Xin.

Master Wu Xin frowned slightly, confusion evident in his eyes.

”I come naturally to follow the Divine Venerable, to seek a broader world. This world is too tedious.” The Demon Lord’s lips curled into a cold smile as he extended his hand, lightly pointed.

”Divine Venerable, please awaken.” The Demon Lord’s tone carried an indescribable reverence, fervor, and respect.

And in the next moment, Master Wu Xin’s handsome face slowly began to crack, his expression filled with astonishment.

Tianmiao remained inactive, continuing to calmly observe the unfolding events.

She felt that the matter was nearing a revelation.

(I’ll finish writing shortly, and conclude this story today, otherwise you’ll be left with anticipation.)