Unconsciously, the sky gradually cleared up and became bright again.
Xu Zimo stretched out and turned the book in his hand to the last page.
"I've finished reading," he took a long breath, picked up the hot tea next to him and took a sip.
The fatigue of the night seems to have been dispelled.
“Thank you,” Xu Zimo stood up and said.
“I still want to go to the Triumph Palace. Please come again when I have the chance.”
"I'm always here. You can come anytime, sir," the old man said with a nod.
Xu Zimo nodded and immediately left Taoguang Book Hall.
It wasn't until Xu Zimo's figure disappeared that the sloppy old man at the entrance of the academy walked in.
He looked at the Demon Saint and asked, "Do you know him?"
“I know,” the Demon Saint nodded.
"Are you kidding me? How old is that kid?" The sloppy old man obviously didn't believe it.
"You will understand later," the Demon Saint did not want to explain more. He just looked out the window and looked at the horizon.
He said: "I thought this old bone was going to be buried in this demonic realm, but I didn't expect there would be a chance to come out."
“Where are you going?” The sloppy old man seemed a little confused.
“Let’s go to the peak of the nine realms again,” the Demon Saint said with a smile.
After he said this, he saw that the sloppy old man next to him was stunned, his mouth wide open.
Seems like she doesn’t believe what he said.
“Have you read too many books and become stupid?” He even whispered secretly in his heart.
“You don’t understand, it’s rare to be confused, it’s rare to be confused,” the Demon Saint laughed and left.
…………
Hall of Triumph means triumphal return.
In fact, many strong men of the demon clan will leave their inheritance behind.
But they will not leave it to future generations in vain, and there must be some tests.
The test is not dangerous, but if you are not careful, you will die.
So the Triumphal Hall was built.
I hope that all the disciples who have been tested can return safely and receive the inheritance.
When Xu Zimo arrived, he found that dozens of young girls were already standing here.
These people are all from different demon clans. Five of them are gathering together, chatting in twos and threes.
Seeing the arrival of Xu Zimo, Wang Li, who was eagerly waiting in the crowd, had already been waiting for a long time.
He hurriedly came up to you and said with a smile: "Brother Xu, you haven't been here for a long time, so I'm worried."
“What are you worried about, that I won’t come?” Xu Zimo asked.
“That’s not the case, it’s just that the trial of the devil’s path is about to begin, and I’m afraid that Brother Xu won’t catch up,” Wang Li replied as he was good at talking and was afraid that there would be a gap between the two of them.
“That’s not the case,” Xu Zimo shook his head.
The five of them stood together, and Wang Li told Xu Zimo the basics of the devil's path.
The Devil's Path, as its name suggests, has only one avenue.
There is no vast territory, just a road with no end, but this road is vast and boundless.
There are many demons on the road.
Of course, these demons are not real demons, they are all formed by the remaining power of evil demons.
It can be said that if you kill one, you will lose one.
It’s just that in the past thousand years, countless people have entered the demon realm and countless demons have been killed, but there is still no inheritance.
Some people even died of exhaustion in it without ever reaching the end of the road.
“Could it be an illusion or something?” Xu Zimo guessed after hearing what several people said.
“That shouldn’t happen,” Wang Li replied.
“No one has suspected it before, but unfortunately no flaw has been found. I think it is real.”
A few people were chatting when suddenly a pair of people walked from the side.
“Wang Li,” the leader of the group, was a somewhat arrogant man.
He was wearing a black robe, with a devil with a small red horn painted on his chest.
Xu Zimo flipped through the books last night and knew that this image should be the fire demon.
They live in the northwest mountains of the Demon Realm, where there are several continuous active volcanoes.
Seeing the person coming, Wang Li's expression became cold and he replied: "Hongze, what's the matter?"
“I heard that you have gathered people together, let me see which one is the crooked melon and cracked jujube,” the young man named Hong Ze laughed.
“Don’t go too far,” Wang Li said coldly, his eyes narrowed.
“Excessive?” Hong Ze laughed loudly, and then turned his attention to Xu Zimo.
“Are you the one who ignored my words and joined them?”
“Regardless of what you say, why should I listen to you?” Xu Zimo asked in return.
“What a brave boy,” Hong Ze snorted coldly.
He then took a few steps closer and said calmly: "But remember, kid, there is inevitably life and death in the devil's path.
Protect yourself.”
"Hongze, don't threaten us," Wang Li stood up and said, perhaps because he was afraid that Xu Zimo would be scared.
“The demons are fighting each other, and you know the price.”
“A dead man will never tell the price,” Hong Ze smiled and left with a few people.
Only Wang Li and a few others were left, looking embarrassed.
“Brother Xu……,” Wang Li wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by Xu Zimo.
“The thing I am least afraid of is threats.”
Xu Zimo shook his head and said, "Let me ask you, what is the origin of Hongze?"
“His father is the owner of Sun Mountain among the seventy-two mountains.
Sun Mountain ranks among the top three of the Seventy-Two Mountains and is extremely powerful. Even the clan leader must give him some face," Wang Li said.
“So over time, he became more and more unruly, and no one dared to provoke him.”
“It’s a bit interesting,” Xu Zimo said.
"Brother Xu, there is no need to be afraid of revenge. My father is also the owner of the Seventy-Two Mountains," Wang Li said again.
“Although it is not as strong as Sun Mountain, it is not difficult to protect you.”
While the two were chatting, they saw a sudden noise coming from next to them.
“Elder Moyin is here, everyone should be quiet.”
Hearing this, the originally noisy Triumph Hall suddenly became quiet.
This Elder Demonic Sound is proficient in music and is very sensitive to sounds.
If anyone speaks, I'm afraid he will be scolded, and may not even be allowed to enter the devil's path.
After all, the elder Moyin is of high seniority, so no one dares to be rebellious.
Xu Zimo looked up and saw an old man wearing a red robe walking over with great momentum.
What catches the eye is his pair of ears.
It is like a screen, very big, and also like tree rings, with annual rings rotating in circles.
"The Devil's Path has been opened. You all know the rules, but I still want to reiterate them," Elder Moyin said directly as soon as he came over and said nothing nonsense.
“The devil’s path will open the seven-day world. After seven days, no matter what happens, you will be forcibly transported out.
As for which part of the Devil's Path you will be transported to after entering the Devil's Path, it all depends on your luck."
“Elder, we all understand,” someone replied.
“Inheritance is won by ability and chance, don’t kill each other,” Elder Moyin said.
