Chapter 1229: 1228: The Birth of the Evil Demon King, The Secret of the White Emperor (First Update)

Chapter 1229: Chapter 1228: The Birth of the Evil Demon King, The Secret of the White Emperor (First Update)

“Who does she belong to? How dare she boss us around?” the Child Servant said indignantly.

“Just a controlled puppet,” the scholar-robed man replied as he stood up.

“A puppet?” The Child Servant was taken aback. “No wonder—her speech is stiff and devoid of any emotions.”

“I don’t fear her; what I fear is the person behind her,” the scholar-robed man said, his gaze deep with contemplation.

“The Evil Demon is about to emerge.”

“But… once it emerges, it won’t be something we can control,” the Child Servant hesitated and said.

“You must think carefully. Remember back then, with the White Emperor—”

“Don’t mention the White Emperor,” the scholar-robed man interrupted, pointing his right hand toward the Firmament to say all that needed to be said without words.

The Child Servant quickly covered his mouth, nodding repeatedly.

……

Inside the Evil Demon Tower, as Xu Zimei swung his blade once more.

Tormented cries echoed continuously—a horde of Monster Beasts fell to the ground, rolling around and wailing non-stop.

The fanged man witnessing this scene cursed furiously, “Useless trash!”

Seeing Xu Zimei walking toward him step by step with his blade in hand, panic seized his expression.

He opened his mouth wide, spewing out a green torrent.

The green torrent emanated a corrosive stench; anything touched by it instantly rotted away as if consumed by acid.

Xu Zimei sidestepped swiftly, dodging the attack.

However, it was clear the fanged man had no wish to engage further. He turned abruptly and fled toward the top of the Evil Demon Tower.

A high platform loomed ahead.

The fanged man leapt onto the platform as a thunderous “rumbling” echoed. The entire platform ascended swiftly into the sky.

“Stay!” Xu Zimei commanded in a low voice.

The Tyrant Shadow in his hand sliced through the air, sending Blade Qi shattering upon the platform.

With a few “clang” sounds, the Blade Qi disintegrated completely.

Xu Zimei’s gaze sharpened—this platform didn’t seem ordinary. With a leap, he vaulted into the Endless Void.

Climbing with both hands onto the platform above, the platform continued to soar upward at full speed.

“Get down!” the fanged man stomped his right foot, aiming to step on Xu Zimei’s hand.

But Tyrant Shadow swirled upward in one swift motion. With an anguished cry, the blade impaled the fanged man’s right foot.

Xu Zimei flipped himself onto the platform.

The fanged man recoiled in fright, leaping off the platform and dashing onto an open patch of land nearby.

He somersaulted, landing securely, and madly sprinted into a small adjacent doorway.

Xu Zimei’s gaze blazed sharply as he hurled Tyrant Shadow across the Endless Void straight toward the fleeing fanged man.

The doorway was barely a meter wide, leaving the fanged man no room to dodge Tyrant Shadow’s lethal strike.

He was pinned to the wall on the spot.

Xu Zimei, his robe billowing, strode resolutely into the small doorway. As he entered, the space before him opened up expansively.

The fanged man struggled weakly, blood spilling from his mouth, while Tyrant Shadow pierced through his chest, nailing him to the wall.

“Where is this place?” Xu Zimei asked.

In the vast hall, several steel-framed braziers burned faintly. Their flickering flames caused the light to alternately dim and brighten.

On the walls were carved lifelike patterns with distinctive contours.

Spiraling Divine Dragons, world-dominating Black Demons, and drifting monsters afloat within the Void adorned the walls.

The fanged man merely continued to cough blood, unable to speak.

Xu Zimei withdrew Tyrant Shadow, and the fanged man’s body collapsed heavily to the ground.

“Speak,” Xu Zimei demanded.

Still, the fanged man remained silent, coughing blood as he wore a peculiar smile while staring at Xu Zimei.

“Black Demon Eternity.”

After uttering those words, his entire body dissolved into a pool of black, viscous blood without a trace remaining.

Xu Zimei furrowed his brow slightly and glanced around before approaching the carved patterns on the walls.

He reached out to touch the patterns—feeling cold in some places, heat in others.

Eventually, he turned and left, his figure fading into the shadows.

Not long after Xu Zimei departed, within the empty Void, the black, viscous blood began to gather and reform into a humanoid shape.

The fanged man’s figure reappeared, trembling as he dropped reverently to his knees.

“Evil Demon, my lord!”

He lowered his head, his entire being quaking, not daring to look up.

From the wall carvings, black mist surged forth, obscuring everything.

A deep, resonant voice sounded: “Who allowed you to bring an outsider here?”

“I came seeking help! That man is beyond our capability to defeat,” the fanged man explained hastily.

“Seeking help? If you die, you die. A worthless life is no life at all.

Disrupting my resurrection—can you bear the consequences?” the voice within the black mist responded coldly.

“I deserve death, your servant has erred greatly!” The fanged man repeatedly kowtowed, the sound of his head striking the ground ringing out: “Bang! Bang! Bang!”

The black mist within the hall grew thicker, soon threatening to envelop the fanged man entirely.

At that moment, a white light suddenly flashed.

It pierced through the dense black mist, revealing the Child Servant standing in the Void, clutching an amber-like crystal.

“Why are you here?” The voice within the black mist restrained its anger, asking in a subdued tone.

“To release you,” the Child Servant replied.

“What kind of joke is this? You dare to release me?” The voice within the mist teased, its tone laden with sarcastic disbelief.

But the Child Servant didn’t bother with words. He simply threw the amber-like crystal forward.

The crystal passed through layers of mist, disintegrating into countless shards upon contact with something within.

“You…” The voice within the black mist sounded incredulous.

Soon after, loud laughter filled the space.

The laughter reverberated through the entire Void, reaching the Firmament itself and causing the clouds to tremble.

“I’m free! After centuries, everything shall bow before me once again.”

From the outside, the Evil Demon Tower’s summit appeared to be engulfed by a black tornado sweeping across the skies.

The heavens darkened as if a black cloud was poised to crush the land below.

Malevolent energy proliferated. The Ghost Crown Prince and Ji Jiuning, standing in the outside world, retreated slightly, their gazes fixed on the Evil Demon Tower.

A long arm erupted from within the Evil Demon Tower, sweeping across the Eight Desolates. Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the Firmament above.

At this moment, it wasn’t just the Evil Demon Tower—the same phenomenon unfolded at three surrounding towers.

And in the heart of the Hell Sea.

The entire sea churned and boiled, with bubbles surfacing endlessly, as though something was on the verge of emerging.

……

Inside the empty grand hall, the Child Servant gathered his thoughts and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed nearby.

“The Evil Demon King sealed painstakingly by the White Emperor—why did you decide to set him free?” A voice suddenly spoke.

The Child Servant froze in place, swiftly turning toward the doorway.

There stood Xu Zimei, leaning against the doorframe, blade in arm, his face adorned with a leisurely smile.

“When did you arrive?” The Child Servant asked.

“Earlier than you,” Xu Zimei replied.

“I saw everything—what I should’ve and what I shouldn’t have.”