A God in the Divine Realm, a Demon in the Demon Realm

Jing Tian's side was filled with tender affection.

Chong Lou's side, on the other hand, was miserable.

By now, he was practically a punching bag, undergoing his ninety-ninth annihilation.

The current him could not exactly be called invincible.

Later generations were not necessarily weaker than those before them.

Even the Shennong of old was inferior to the current Chong Lou.

He was both the demon of destruction that guided all things toward their end and the founding god who could create everything.

Both the sun and the moon.

His vitality and spiritual power were inexhaustible, never to be extinguished.

He existed simultaneously in the past, present, and future; he commanded the world's ultimate speed, and his life was rooted in the sea of memories of all living beings.

He could also anticipate an enemy's moves and see through everything.

Yet even someone like him was repeatedly erased by the spiritual waves created by Fuxi's music.

Fuxi used his heart as strings, with an utterly ordinary stringless zither laid across his knees.

"Ding—"

With a casual pluck of his fingers, the zither's notes transformed into spiritual waves, crushing the Demon Lord's newly reconstructed body into dust.

Although Shennong's Plow remained completely unharmed within the spiritual waves as it steadily closed in on him, and although Chong Lou instantly reappeared beside the plow without any decline in his aura, Fuxi, seated cross-legged, was always just a moment faster.

"Dong—"

The newly revived Chong Lou returned to nothingness once more, while the radiance upon Shennong's Plow grew even more blazing.

It turned out that he was not incapable of resisting. He was simply sacrificing himself again and again, hoping that the plow could kill Fuxi.

But Fuxi did not even raise his eyes. He merely casually plucked the next String of the Heart.