chsdbacks Chapter 319 Dragon gave birth to 9 sons!
Chapter 319 Dragon gave birth to 9 sons!
Beiju Luzhou.
The hazy sky reappeared before Su Fan's eyes.
Three days ago, he was rejected by Di Jun here. Three days later, he came again.
Su Fan landed in front of the pass; he was still the wolf-headed soldier.
The wolf-headed soldier's expression changed when he saw him.
"You're here again?"
Su Fan nodded.
"Yes. Let me repeat that."
The wolf-headed soldier opened his mouth, as if to say something, but seeing Su Fan's gaze, he swallowed his words. He turned and walked into the pass.
This time, the wait was longer than last time. A full half hour passed before the old man with the tiger's head finally emerged.
The way he looked at Su Fan changed. It was no longer scrutiny, but rather carried a hint of indescribable emotion.
"Envoy of the Gods, the Demon Emperor wishes to see you. Come with me."
Su Fan followed him and entered the golden palace once again.
Inside the main hall, Di Jun still sat in the main seat, and Donghuang Taiyi still sat beside him. Both of them looked even more grim than before.
Su Fan stood in the center of the hall, looking at Di Jun.
"Demon King, I've come again."
Di Jun looked at him and remained silent for a long time.
"Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Su Fan smiled. "I'm afraid. But some things are more important than death."
Di Jun sneered. "For example?"
Su Fan took a deep breath. "For example, the primordial world. For example, the demon race. For example, those of our own race who are still alive."
Di Jun remained silent. Donghuang Taiyi spoke.
"Envoy of the Gods, I have been thinking about what you said last time for three days."
Su Fan looked at him.
Donghuang Taiyi continued, "You're right. Tens of millions of demons died, but those who survived must continue to live. I cannot let the remaining members of my race perish because of hatred."
Su Fan's eyes lit up. "Senior, you're willing to help?"
Donghuang Taiyi shook his head. "Not now."
Su Fan was taken aback.
Di Jun spoke. "Envoy of the Gods, I can agree to join forces. But there is one condition."
Su Fan looked at him. "What are the conditions?"
Di Jun stood up and walked to the depths of the main hall. There was a wall there, covered with runes. He raised his hand and pressed it against the wall, and the runes lit up.
Rumbling--
The wall cracked open, revealing a pitch-black passage. From the depths of the passage emanated an ancient and terrifying aura.
Di Jun turned to look at Su Fan. "This is a forbidden area of my demon race. Three thousand years ago, Xi He, the wife of Donghuang Taiyi, slept here."
Su Fan was taken aback. "Xihe? The Eastern Emperor's wife?"
Donghuang Taiyi's expression turned grim, and he spoke.
"In that great battle back then, Xihe was severely injured by the extraterrestrial demons while trying to save me. Her soul was shattered and her body was on the verge of death. I sealed her in a forbidden area and used the demon clan's supreme treasure, the 'Eastern Emperor Bell,' to suppress her injuries."
He looked at Su Fan.
"Three thousand years have passed, and the power of the Eastern Emperor Bell is almost exhausted. If Xihe's injuries are not treated soon, she will never wake up again."
Su Fan remained silent. He understood.
"You want me to go in and heal Xihe?"
Di Jun nodded. "That's right. The forbidden area has ancient restrictions; anyone above the Dao Realm who enters will be killed by these restrictions. Only those below the Dao Realm can enter."
He looked at Su Fan. "You're at the mid-stage of the Primordial Chaos realm, which perfectly meets the requirements."
Su Fan remained silent. "Then what should I do?"
Di Jun raised his hand, and a beam of golden light shot towards Su Fan. The golden light entered Su Fan's body, and countless pieces of information flooded his mind. It was a map of the forbidden area, the location of Xi He's slumber, and the items needed to heal her.
Di Jun spoke. "The forbidden area is divided into nine levels. Each level is guarded by ancient demonic beasts, all of which are at least at the third level of the Dao Realm. You must pass through all nine levels to reach the deepest part. There, there is a 'Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Grass,' which can be used to save Xi He."
Su Fan gasped. "Dao Realm Level 3 or higher? Level 9? You want me, a mid-stage Primordial Chaos cultivator, to fight nine Dao Realm Level 3 or higher demonic beasts?"
Di Jun looked at him. "You don't have to go. But the demon race won't intervene."
Su Fan remained silent. He stared at the pitch-black passage, a sense of absurdity washing over him. He had fought against cultivators at the third level of the Dao Realm, and nearly died. He had also fought against cultivators at the fourth level of the Dao Realm, and nearly died there as well. Now he was being asked to fight nine in a row?
He took a deep breath. "Okay. I'll go."
Donghuang Taiyi was stunned. "You..."
Su Fan looked at him. "Senior, I have one condition."
Donghuang Taiyi looked at him. "What are the conditions?"
Su Fan smiled. "If I come out alive, the demon race will not only take action against me, but they will also give me a demon race artifact."
Donghuang Taiyi paused for a moment, then smiled. "Alright. I agree."
Su Fan turned around and walked into the dark passage.
The first level of the forbidden area.
A desolate wasteland. The sky was blood red, and the earth was scorched black. In the distance, a gigantic beast lay prone on the ground. It was a colossal lion, entirely crimson, covered in scales, and breathing fire. Third level of the Dao Realm.
Suanni. One of the nine sons of the dragon.
The Suanni opened its eyes upon seeing Su Fan. Its eyes were golden. "Mid-stage Primordial Chaos Realm? Has Di Jun gone mad? Sending you here to die?"
Su Fan didn't speak, but drew the Immortal Execution Sword and slashed out.
The Suanni shattered the sword light with a single claw, stood up, its height reaching three zhang, and looked down at him. "Is that all the strength you've got?"
Su Fan staggered back three steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He laughed. "Again." He charged forward once more.
One sword, two swords, three swords. Each sword struck the Suanni, each leaving only a white mark. Annoyed by his blows, the Suanni slapped him in the chest with its claw.
*Crack*—Three ribs broke. Su Fan flew backward and crashed to the ground.
The Suanni looked at him. "Is that all you've got?"
Su Fan got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "You struck with three claws, and I took three sword strikes. Now, it's my turn."
He closed his eyes. Within his body, the power of the Pangu Axe fragments slowly surged. This time, he didn't detonate it; he merely borrowed a wisp. One wisp was enough.
He opened his eyes. His eyes turned black. He slashed out with his sword.
The sword light, like a rainbow, tore through the void. The Suanni's expression changed drastically as it desperately tried to defend itself. But it couldn't stop it. The sword light struck its body, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on its chest.
Blood gushed out. The Suanni let out a miserable cry and collapsed to the ground. It struggled to its feet, looking at Su Fan with eyes filled with terror. "You...you are a descendant of Pangu?"
Su Fan didn't speak. He picked up his sword and walked towards it.
The Suanni lowered its head. "I lost. Go on."
Su Fan sheathed his sword and walked past it. Behind him, Suanni's voice came, "The second level is Qiuniu, which is stronger than me. Be careful."
Su Fan nodded and continued walking forward.
The second level of forbidden area.
A lake. The water was black and bottomless. In the center of the lake, a gigantic beast floated on the surface. It was a giant bull, entirely blue with golden horns and covered in scales. Third level of the Dao Realm.
Qiuniu. One of the nine sons of the dragon.
Qiuniu looked at Su Fan. "Did Suanni let you pass?"
Su Fan nodded. "Yes."
Qiuniu laughed. "It's too weak. I won't let you pass so easily."
It opened its mouth, and a jet of water shot towards Su Fan. The water jet was like a dragon, covering the sky and the earth. Su Fan slashed out with his sword, and the sword light collided with the water jet. Boom—!
He was sent flying backwards and crashed onto the lake shore.
Qiuniu looked at him. "Is that all you've got?"
Su Fan scrambled to his feet and charged forward again. One sword strike, two sword strikes, three sword strikes. Each sword strike landed on the water column, each sword strike was deflected by the water column. The water column of Qiuniu was more troublesome than the flames of Suanni.
Su Fan was gradually exhausted. He was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely. Qiu Niu looked at him, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes. "Give up. You can't make it."
Su Fan laughed. "Admit defeat? Those two words don't exist in my dictionary."
He charged forward again. This time, he didn't aim for the water column. He plunged directly into the water.
Qiuniu was taken aback. Then it laughed. "You're courting death!"
Water jets surged from all directions, threatening to shred Su Fan. Su Fan neither dodged nor evaded, instead slashing his sword at Qiuniu's belly. There, there were no scales. That was Qiuniu's weak point.
Qiuniu's expression changed drastically. It tried to dodge, but couldn't. The sword flashed and struck its belly. *Pfft*—blood gushed out.
Qiuniu let out a miserable cry and collapsed into the water. Su Fan emerged from the water, covered in blood. He looked at Qiuniu. "Do you submit?"
Qiuniu struggled to his feet, staring at Su Fan with shock in his eyes. "How did you know my weakness?"
Su Fan smiled. "Just a guess."
Qiuniu was silent for a moment, then smiled. "Alright. Let's go. The third level is Pulao, it's stronger than me. Be careful."
Su Fan nodded and continued walking forward.
The third forbidden area.
A towering mountain. At its summit, a colossal demonic beast coiled. It was a golden dragon with red horns, radiating a terrifying aura. Peak of the third level of the Dao Realm.
Pulao. One of the nine sons of the dragon.
Pulao looked at Su Fan. "You let Suanni and Qiuniu pass through?"
Su Fan nodded. "Yes."
Pulao laughed. "They are too merciful. I am not."
It opened its mouth, and a bolt of golden lightning shot towards Su Fan. The lightning, like a dragon, tore through the void. Su Fan slashed out with his sword. The sword light collided with the lightning. Boom—!
He was sent flying backward, crashing into the mountainside and creating a large hole in the mountain. Pulao's lightning was more than twice as powerful as the previous two.
Su Fan got up, his body charred black. He smiled. "Again."
He charged forward again. One sword strike, two sword strikes, three sword strikes. Each strike was deflected by lightning. He charged forward again and again like a madman.
Pu Lao grew increasingly frustrated with each attack. This human, despite being incredibly weak, was like an unkillable cockroach. It was infuriating. With a roar, it unleashed a full-force attack.
A pillar of lightning struck Su Fan. Su Fan neither dodged nor evaded. He closed his eyes. Within his body, the power of the Pangu Axe fragments surged once more. This time, he borrowed two strands of it.
He opened his eyes. His eyes turned black. He slashed out with his sword.
The sword light and lightning collided. Boom—!!! A deafening roar shook the heavens.
The lightning shattered. The sword light remained undiminished, striking Pu Lao's body. *Thud*—a huge wound slashed diagonally from his shoulder to his waist.
Blood gushed out. Pulao screamed and collapsed to the ground. It struggled to its feet, looking at Su Fan with eyes filled with terror. "Pangu… the power of Pangu…"
Su Fan, sword in hand, walked towards it. Pu Lao bowed its head. "I lost. Go away."
Su Fan sheathed his sword and walked past it. Pu Lao's voice came. "The fourth level is Chao Feng; it's stronger than me. Be careful."
Su Fan nodded and continued walking forward.
The fourth level of the forbidden area.
A cliff. On the cliff, a gigantic beast crouched. It was a giant white wolf with wings on its back and blue eyes. Fourth level of the Dao Realm.
Chaofeng. One of the nine sons of the dragon.
Chao Feng looked at Su Fan. "You're injured."
Su Fan nodded. "Yes."
Chao Feng laughed. "Then you can't beat me."
Su Fan smiled too. "Let's give it a try."
He unleashed a sword strike. The Chaofeng shattered the sword's light with a claw, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky. It swooped down from the air, its speed too fast to be seen.
Su Fan tried to dodge, but couldn't. A claw slammed into his chest. Crack—three more ribs broke. He flew backward, crashing against the cliff.
The mocking wind landed in front of him. "Admit defeat."
Su Fan got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Again."
He charged forward again. One sword, two swords, three swords. Chao Feng was too fast; he couldn't hit him at all. Every sword missed, every sword was dodged.
He charged forward like a madman, again and again. Chao Feng grew increasingly astonished. This human, clearly outmatched, why wouldn't he give up?
The three hundredth move. Chaofeng slammed its claw into Su Fan's back. Su Fan collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood. Chaofeng looked at him. "Give up."
Su Fan lay on the ground and laughed. "Give up? I've never given up."
He struggled to his feet. He was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely. But he was still smiling.
Chaofeng looked at him, remaining silent for a long time. Then it spoke. "Why are you fighting so hard?"
Su Fan smiled. "Because someone is waiting for me to go back. Because the Primordial World is waiting for me to save it. Because I promised someone that I would get out of here alive."
The mocking wind remained silent. Then it sighed. "You may leave."
Su Fan was taken aback. "You're not going to fight anymore?"
Chaofeng shook his head. "I'm not fighting anymore. If you keep fighting, you'll die."
It turned its back to Su Fan. "The fifth level is the Chiwen, which is stronger than me. But it has one weakness—it's afraid of fire. Remember that."
Su Fan bowed deeply. "Thank you, senior."
He continued walking forward.
The fifth level of the forbidden area.
A great river. The water was black, churning with enormous waves. At the bottom of the river, a gigantic beast lurked. It was a giant black fish with a dragon's head and a fish's body, its entire body covered in scales. Fourth level of the Dao Realm.
Chiwen. One of the nine sons of the dragon.
The dragon-like creature, Chiwen, burst forth from the riverbed, its gaping maw snapping at Su Fan. Su Fan remembered Chaofeng's words—it feared fire. He didn't know any fire-based techniques. But he possessed the Immortal-Slaying Sword.
He closed his eyes. Within him, the power of the Pangu Axe fragments surged once more. This time, he borrowed three strands. He opened his eyes. His eyes had turned black.
A sword strike was unleashed. The sword light blazed like fire, incinerating the void. The Chiwen's expression changed drastically, and it turned to flee. But it couldn't escape. The sword light struck its body. *Pfft*—blood gushed forth.
The Chiwen let out a miserable cry and collapsed into the water. Su Fan sheathed his sword and walked past it. The Chiwen struggled to its feet and looked at Su Fan. "How did you know I'm afraid of fire?"
Su Fan smiled. "Just a guess."
Chiwen paused for a moment. "The sixth level is Bixie, which is stronger than me. Be careful."
Su Fan nodded and continued walking forward.
The sixth level of the forbidden area.
A stone tablet. The tablet stood a thousand feet tall, covered in ancient inscriptions. Beneath it lay a gigantic demonic beast. It was a colossal blue tortoise, carrying the tablet on its back, its limbs as thick as pillars. Peak of the fourth level of the Dao Realm.
Bixi. One of the nine sons of the dragon.
Bixie looked at Su Fan. "You've passed the fifth level?"
Su Fan nodded. "Yes."
Bixi smiled. "Then you must be tired."
Su Fan nodded. "I'm very tired."
Bixi said, "Then admit defeat. You can't beat me."
Su Fan smiled. "Let's give it a try."
He swung his sword. The tortoise shell remained completely still. The sword light struck the shell, leaving not even a white mark.
Su Fan was stunned. Bi Xi laughed. "My tortoise shell is unbreakable even by a fifth-level Dao Realm cultivator. You, a mid-stage Primordial Chaos cultivator, should save your breath."
Su Fan remained silent. He stared at the enormous tortoise shell, a sense of powerlessness washing over him. How could he possibly fight this?
But he didn't give up. He circled the bishi (a type of ancient Chinese tortoise-shaped stone) again and again, searching for its weakness. The bishi laughed. "Don't bother looking. I have no weakness."
Su Fan stopped in his tracks. He looked into Bi Xi's eyes. Eyes? Bi Xi saw through his thoughts and smiled. "My eyes are my weakness. But can you hit them?"
It retracted its head into its shell. Su Fan was stunned. How could he fight it?
He stood there, silent for a long time. Then he smiled. He sheathed the Immortal Execution Sword, walked to the Bixi (a mythical creature), and sat down cross-legged.
The bixie peeked its head out of its shell and looked at him. "What are you doing?"
Su Fan smiled. "Nothing much. Just chatting."
Bixie was taken aback. "Chatting?"
Su Fan nodded. "Yes. How many years have you been guarding this place?"
The bixi (a type of ancient Chinese stone tablet) paused for a moment. "Three thousand years."
Su Fan asked, "Aren't you bored?"
Bixi fell silent again. "Boring."
Su Fan smiled. "Then I'll chat with you for a while."
Bicheng looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "You're not fighting anymore?"
Su Fan shook his head. "I'm not fighting anymore. I can't win."
The bi-shaped stone tablet remained silent. Then it sighed. "You may leave."
Su Fan was taken aback. "You're not going to fight anymore?"
Bixi shook his head. "I'm not fighting anymore. In three thousand years, you're the first person to talk to me."
It made way. "The seventh level is the Bixie, which is stronger than me. But it has one habit—it likes to hear compliments. Remember that."
Su Fan stood up and bowed deeply. "Thank you, senior."
He continued walking forward.
The seventh level of the forbidden area.
A grand hall. Inside sat a colossal demonic beast. It was a giant tiger, entirely golden, exuding an aura of majesty. Peak of the fourth level of the Dao Realm.
Bi'an. One of the nine sons of the dragon.
Bi'an looked at Su Fan. "Did Bixie let you pass?"
Su Fan nodded. "Yes."
Bi'an sneered. "It's too weak. I won't."
Su Fan recalled Bi Xi's words—that he liked to hear compliments. He smiled. "Senior, you are truly impressive."
Bi'an was taken aback. "What?"
Su Fan continued, "You are the most majestic tiger I have ever seen. Golden and gleaming, exuding an aura of dominance. Those extraterrestrial demons would surely be terrified and run away in terror if they saw you."
Bi'an's expression softened. "Really?"
Su Fan nodded. "Absolutely true."
Bi'an laughed. "You know how to talk. Let's go."
Su Fan was taken aback. It was that simple?
He hurried forward. The Bixiong's voice came from behind him. "The eighth level is the Negative Layer; it's not easy to talk to. Be careful."
Su Fan nodded and continued walking forward.
The eighth level of the forbidden area.
A study. Inside the study sat a gigantic demonic beast. It was a colossal azure dragon, coiled on a bookshelf, a scroll of bamboo slips clutched in its claws. Peak of the fourth level of the Dao Realm.
Fu Shi. One of the nine sons of the dragon.
Fu Cie looked at Su Fan. "Did Bi'an let you pass?"
Su Fan nodded. "Yes."
Fu Shi sneered. "It's too stupid. It was fooled by a few nice words."
Su Fan's heart sank. This was not a good opponent.
Fu Shi put down the bamboo slips and looked at Su Fan. "I will not test your martial prowess, but your literary talent."
Su Fan was taken aback. "Literary talent?"
Fu Cie nodded. "That's right. I'll give you the first line of a couplet, and you'll provide the second. If you can, you pass away. If you can't, you die."
Su Fan's expression changed. "I..."
Fu Shi didn't give him a chance to speak. "First line: In the beginning of chaos, Pangu split heaven and earth with a single axe."
Su Fan was stunned. Was he being asked to compose a poem on the spot? His mind raced. "In the beginning of chaos, Pangu split heaven and earth with his axe..." The second line should be...
He took a deep breath. "In the beginning, heaven and earth were established, and Nuwa set forth the five colors to define human relations."
Fu Shi's eyes lit up. "Let's try again. First line: Dragon and Phoenix battle, blood stains the primordial wilderness for thirty thousand miles."
Su Fan thought for a moment. "Outrageous to both gods and men, may my soul return to my homeland in the Ninth Heaven."
Fu Shi laughed. "Not bad. Let's try again. First line: Three thousand years of seal, trapping countless heroes' tears."
Su Fan remained silent. He looked into Fu Shi's eyes. "Nine thousand miles of primordial wilderness, awaiting the day of the Investiture of the Gods."
The negative floor remained silent for a long time. Then it smiled. "Alright. Go on."
Su Fan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked forward.
Fu Shi's voice came from behind. "The ninth level is Ya Zi. It's the strongest. Be careful."
Su Fan nodded and stepped into the ninth level.
The ninth level of the forbidden area.
A scene of utter chaos. There was nothing around, only endless darkness. In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up.
It was a gigantic demonic beast, entirely black, covered in scales, and with two sharp horns on its head. Its aura indicated it was at the fifth level of the Dao Realm.
Yazi. The first of the nine sons of the dragon.
Ya Zi looked at Su Fan. "It wasn't easy for you to get this far."
Su Fan nodded. "It wasn't easy."
Ya Zi smiled. "But that's all for now."
It lashed out with its claw. The claw shadows were like mountains, overwhelming the sky. Su Fan slashed with his sword, and the sword light collided with the claw shadows. Boom—!
He was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and coughing up blood. Ya Zi was far stronger than he had imagined. A fifth-level Dao Realm cultivator, he was a whole major realm higher than him.
Ya Zi glared at him. "Admit defeat."
Su Fan got up. "I don't admit it."
He charged forward again. One sword, two swords, three swords. Each sword was easily blocked by Ya Zi. Ya Zi wasn't even taking it seriously.
The three hundredth move. Ya Zi slammed a claw into Su Fan's chest. Crack—all his ribs broke. Su Fan collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Ya Zi walked up to him. "You have great perseverance. But perseverance can't put food on the table."
Su Fan lay on the ground, looking at Ya Zi. He smiled. "You're right. But perseverance will get me back on my feet."
He struggled to his feet. He was covered in injuries, with more than a dozen bones broken. But he still managed to stand up.
Ya Zi looked at him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "You can still stand up?"
Su Fan smiled. "Of course. I've said it before, I never give up."
He closed his eyes. Within his body, the power of the Pangu Axe fragments surged. This time, he borrowed it all.
He opened his eyes. His eyes turned black. A beam of black light shot into the sky. His aura began to surge. Peak of the mid-stage of the Primordial Chaos Realm. First level of the Dao Realm. Second level of the Dao Realm.
He raised the Immortal Execution Sword. Black light surged on the sword. He unleashed a slash.
The sword light, like a dragon, tore through the chaos. Ya Zi's expression changed drastically as he desperately tried to block it. But he couldn't. The sword light struck him. *Thud*—a huge wound slashed diagonally from his shoulder to his waist.
Blood gushed out. Ya Zi screamed and collapsed to the ground.
Su Fan also collapsed. The power of the Pangu Axe fragments was completely exhausted, and he couldn't even stand up.
Ya Zi struggled to her feet and looked at Su Fan. "You won. Go on."
Su Fan lay on the ground and smiled. "Thank you, senior."
He struggled to his feet and limped toward the deepest part of the room.
The deepest part of the forbidden area.
An ice coffin. Inside the ice coffin lay a beautiful woman. She wore a long white dress, her eyes closed, as if in a deep sleep. Xihe. The wife of Donghuang Taiyi.
Beside the ice coffin, there was a golden plant. The Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass.
Su Fan reached out and plucked the herb. As soon as he touched it, a warm power surged into his body. His wounds began to heal at a visible speed.
Su Fan placed the grass beside Xi He. The ice coffin glowed. Xi He's complexion gradually regained its rosy hue.
He turned and looked to his side. There, on the ground, lay something. A small bell, entirely golden, exuding an ancient aura. The Eastern Emperor Bell.
Su Fan reached out and picked up the bell. As soon as the bell touched his hand, a vast amount of information flooded his mind. The Eastern Emperor Bell, a supreme treasure of the demon race, one of the Ten Divine Artifacts. It could suppress heaven and earth, and shatter stars.
Su Fan smiled. "Good stuff."
He carefully put away the Eastern Emperor Bell and turned to leave.
Outside the forbidden area.
Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were waiting. Seeing Su Fan emerge, Donghuang Taiyi rushed forward. "Where's Xihe?"
Su Fan smiled. "You're awake."
As soon as she finished speaking, a beam of white light flew out from the depths of the forbidden area. Xihe emerged from the white light.
Donghuang Taiyi rushed forward and embraced her tightly. "Three thousand years...three thousand years..."
Xihe patted him on the back. "I'm back."
Di Jun looked at Su Fan, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Thank you, Envoy of the Conferred Gods."
Su Fan waved his hand. "You're welcome. Remember your promise."
Di Jun nodded. "Demon race, make your move."
Su Fan smiled. He pulled the Eastern Emperor Bell from his pocket. "And this too. I took it from the forbidden area; consider it payment."
Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed upon seeing the Donghuang Bell. "You...you obtained the Donghuang Bell?"
Su Fan nodded. "Yes. What's wrong?"
Donghuang Taiyi paused for a moment, then smiled. "The Donghuang Bell is a supreme treasure of my demon race, yet you have actually gained its recognition."
He looked at Su Fan. "This is your destiny. The Eastern Emperor Bell is yours."
Su Fan smiled. "Thank you very much then."
He looked into the distance. Towards the Eastern Continent. There, someone was waiting for him. He took a deep breath.
"It's time to go back."