Chapter 1242: Divine Lord of the Demonic Path!

In the outside world, Manyue watched the aura of tribulation rise around Zhao Yuqing.

She paused for a moment, then stepped forward.

That scattered tribulation aura surfaced between Zhao Yuqing's brows. It was faint, yet it shimmered with a subtle light.

"Tribulation aura?"

Manyue was somewhat surprised; she likely felt it was truly astonishing for a cultivator like Zhao Yuqing to encounter a tribulation.

But when she took another step closer—

The tribulation aura around Zhao Yuqing suddenly surged, and his physical body began to decay even faster.

Manyue raised a hand to probe him. She paused, then stared in shock.

"How is it an emotional tribulation?"

Manyue was momentarily bewildered; this made things even more confusing.

How did a single dream draw in a Tribulation, and an emotional tribulation at that? Had a man like Zhao Yuqing truly never overcome his emotional tribulation?

"To think he achieved such Dao Cultivation without even passing his emotional tribulation?"

But on second thought, Manyue understood. Perhaps someone like Zhao Yuqing was simply meant to be detached from desires and emotions from the start.

"There is no breaking through without first breaking down. It is a way."

But this also carried terrible risks. If Zhao Yuqing could not extricate himself in time, he might be permanently trapped within that Dream Method. Yet, thinking deeper on it, he was already in such a state—one could even say he was beyond saving. Since that was the case, what did it matter?

Thinking of this, Manyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Truthfully, she thought very highly of Zhao Yuqing. In her early years, that demon had constantly spoken to her about Zhao Yuqing's prowess, his face full of pride. Through that constant nagging, Manyue had grown deeply familiar with him.

She really could not bear to see him die.

...

Zhao Yuqing was no longer a teacher.

He used his monthly wages to buy a plot of farmland from the magistrate at the Magistrate's Office. The magistrate appreciated him and threw in an ox.

After thousands of years, wielding a hoe again felt somewhat unfamiliar to Zhao Yuqing at first, but he quickly grew accustomed to it. In less than an afternoon, he had plowed three fields.

By the edge of the fields, his wife sat embroidering clothes. Seeing him approach, she thoughtfully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The two held hands as the setting sun cast its light over them.

Zhao Yuqing inexplicably blushed, proving less bold than a woman.

Tang Yun burst into a giggle.

"Husband, why are you blushing?"

"Ah, oh... I'm not. It's just hot, yes..."

Tang Yun smiled and touched her husband's face. "My husband is truly handsome. Where else could I find such a good-looking and capable man?"

Zhao Yuqing's face grew even redder.

Tang Yun grabbed his hand and said, "It's getting dark. Husband, let's go home."

"Alright, alright..."

A normally articulate man was now stammering.

Chen Changsheng would occasionally take a look, and with every glance, he felt like he was looking at the wrong person.

Is he still Zhao Yuqing?

Chen Changsheng raised a brow, his expression dazed.

Smacking his lips, Chen Changsheng inexplicably felt that Zhao Yuqing was somewhat pitiful.

He had merely wanted to test it out. He borrowed a face and ignored everything else; he just never expected Zhao Yuqing to plunge so deeply into it himself.

He knew in his heart that this world was a dream.

He was often mad and erratic, so perhaps it shouldn't have been surprising.

But what should happen next?

Chen Changsheng had already prepared a script for him. This emotional tribulation was harming him, but it was also saving him.

He owed a massive debt of gratitude. No matter what, he would not watch Zhao Yuqing be dragged into the abyss by his own hands.

It was a simple farming life—the man plowing, the woman weaving.

Such days made Zhao Yuqing forget who he was.

He was once a demon, a cultivator who wandered the world leaving behind the name of a Sword Immortal. But now, he was just a farmer in plain clothes with a wife who loved him.

It was that simple.

As the demonic cultivator on Demon Mountain whose authority was second only to the sect master, Wang He devoted his entire heart to developing the Demon Gate.

He had discovered the marvelous uses of the world's qi destiny and finally understood why those high and mighty cultivators fought bloody battles over it.

The fortune of heaven and earth lay in qi destiny!

With qi destiny on one's side, one could scale the heavens!

He became obsessed with it, studying it all day long.

But on this day, a familiar figure appeared before him.

Chen Changsheng.

Wang He was very familiar with this man.

He had met him once in the Mortal World in his early years. Later, countless rumors spoke of this man; his name was like thunder piercing the ears.

And yet, this very man had silently appeared right behind him.

With just a light pat on his shoulder, Wang He found himself unable to move.

Wang He's mouth fell open slightly; he watched in horror as the man shifted to stand in front of him.

He could not make a sound, only staring with wide eyes.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not break this confinement. He was forced to simply watch helplessly.

The Demon Sovereign glanced at the man before him and said, "Although you are not the best candidate, you are the most suitable one..."

Saying this, he raised his hand and brought out the Demon Pill, which radiated an overwhelming demonic aura.

Under Wang He's gaze, the man shoved the Demon Pill into his mouth.

The Demon Sovereign patted his shoulder lightly.

Immediately, Wang He regained his mobility and doubled over, retching.

"You, what did you feed me?!"

The demonic aura on Wang He's body suddenly surged. In an instant, an incredibly overbearing demonic aura erupted from his internal organs, flooding his limbs and bones in the blink of an eye.

The Demon Sovereign said calmly, "With the Demon Pill in your belly, your name shall be revered!"

Wang He suddenly felt his body grow heavy.

He staggered, wanting to slay Chen Changsheng before him, but at this moment, he lacked all strength. He swayed back and forth, knocking over everything on the desk. His demonic aura flared, causing the surrounding pools of water to tremble.

"Bang!!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Agonized screams tore from Wang He's throat.

The Demon Sovereign stepped back a little, watching calmly.

He had originally prepared this Demon Pill for Zhao Yuqing, but matters had been delayed for so long that he now had no choice but to pick someone else.

He was also a bit curious about just what heights this Demon Pill could reach.

As the most demonic anomaly the world had seen in thousands of years, what kind of changes would it undergo after brewing for several years?

The Demon Sovereign was very curious.

Looking again, he saw the presence radiating from Wang He continuously climbing.

From the Deity Transformation realm, it shot straight up to the Dongxu realm, and it wasn't over yet.

It happened in merely an instant.

All the demonic aura in the world seemed to be drawn in.

Wisps of demonic aura rippled off the demonic cultivators across the world, surging from tens of thousands of places.

Countless demonic cultivators looked up.

"Our demonic path... is about to birth a Divine Lord!"

Even the Demon Sovereign was shocked by the scene before him.

This was something he had not expected. The changes in Wang He far exceeded his expectations.

It was not just a simple change in Realm.

This single Demon Pill had indirectly altered the qi destiny of the world's demonic path.

The qi destiny was skyrocketing!!

A demonic overlord was about to be born!