Little Marten wished he could smack Lin Dong a few times. The little brat had no idea how to keep his mouth shut.
He'd been bragging for ages, and the other party hadn't reacted at all. Then the moment the brat opened his mouth, he said he wanted to refine the other party, and directly brought out one of the Eight Ancient Lords.
Sensing the gaze on him, Little Marten immediately turned around with an awkward laugh.
The black vortex had vanished, replaced by a man who looked to be a young adult.
He was tall and slender, with a carefree air. His warm, jade-like face was strikingly handsome, and his dark eyes were deep as the night sky. His sharp brows held an aura of dominance, as if he looked down upon the world.
He was a man with undeniable charm.
Yet at that moment, Lin Dong and Little Marten could only feel an invisible pressure bearing down on them. Unease stirred in their hearts.
"Don't be nervous, you two. I'm no demonic cultivator who flies into a murderous rage at the slightest disagreement."
The man chuckled. His voice was warm and refined, and Lin Dong and Little Marten couldn't help relaxing.
Lin Dong gave an awkward laugh and hurriedly apologized.
"Senior Lord of Devourment, I was just talking nonsense. I hope you'll be magnanimous and not hold it against me."
"Don't worry. I'm not as petty as that Six-Fingered Strange Dragon."
Hearing the young man's words, Lin Dong swallowed and felt deeply shaken.
Lin Dong could guess who the Six-Fingered Strange Dragon the Lord of Devourment had mentioned was. It had to be the fearsome figure Little Marten had spoken of, the one who unified the Continent of Demons—the Six-Fingered Saint Dragon Emperor.
But even someone that formidable could be casually teased by the Lord of Devourment. He'd taken another's imposing title and turned it into "Six-Fingered Strange Dragon." What kind of bearing did that take?
"This isn't the Demon Domain, is it?"
Looking at the boy before him and the Heavenly Demon Marten Demonic Spirit, the Lord of Devourment had more or less guessed their identities.
They were probably Lin Dong, the protagonist of Wu Dong Qian Kun, and that Heavenly Demon Marten.
The Lord of Devourment knew these things because he wasn't from the Heavenly Profound Continent either. He'd traveled here from a different world.
However, when he'd crossed over, a distortion in space and time had sent him to ancient times instead of the point when the story of Wu Dong Qian Kun began.
Perhaps because of that temporal distortion, after the system gave him a reward, it fell into a deep slumber.
Later, Symbol Ancestor had taken notice of him and accepted him as a disciple. He'd gone on to become the Lord of Devourment.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change the outcome of the ancient war between heaven and earth. In the end, to save the Lord of Life and Death and the others, he had no choice but to burn his Reincarnation.
At the final moment, however, the system had appeared again. At the cost of its own collapse, it protected the last remnants of his soul, then forcibly sent him to the story's timeline by distorting space and time.
Feeling the special Space-Time Power within his soul, the Lord of Devourment couldn't help sighing.
If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be the Space-Time Power the system had extracted when space and time first became distorted. In the end, the system had relied on that power to send him to this era.
"Senior Lord of Devourment, this is Great Yan Dynasty, a small town called Qingyang Town beneath Yan City."
Lin Dong scratched his head and spoke with some embarrassment. This remote little corner probably didn't amount to much in the eyes of the peerless expert before him.
Lin Dong even felt that the other man could erase all of Qingyang Town with a casual wave of his hand.
Fortunately, Little Marten didn't know what Lin Dong was thinking. Otherwise, he would've corrected that ignorant misconception of his: to erase Qingyang Town, a peerless expert like one of the Eight Ancient Lords would need only a thought.
"Qingyang Town? And who are you?"
Though the information seemed to match, the Lord of Devourment still asked a couple more questions. He needed to confirm the time and place he was in before figuring out how to recover his strength as quickly as possible.
But first, he had to be careful. If those fiends from the Demon Prison found out he was still alive, they would fight him to the death.
"Lord of Devourment, my name is Lin Dong, and this is my brother, Lin Sable. You can just call him Little Marten."
Lin Dong answered at once. Little Marten wanted to object, but looking at the peerless ancient expert before him, he could only nod with a bitter expression.
"Since you've obtained this spirit talisman, it seems we're fated to meet. Hmm... let me think of my name. It's been so long since anyone called me by my real name that I can't quite remember it."
Listening to the Lord of Devourment mutter to himself, Lin Dong was deeply shaken. Was this the bearing of a peerless expert? No one even dared to call him by his name anymore.
The Lord of Devourment—what a domineering title, named after the Ancestor Symbol he wielded. If only Lin Dong could reach such a level one day.
"Hey, kid, don't say that again. When did Lord Marten ever become your brother?"
Seeing that the great expert was lost in his memories, Little Marten hurriedly poked Lin Dong with his paw and glared at him.
"Should I explain it to the senior later, then?"
Lin Dong spoke softly, a hint of teasing in his eyes. Little Marten's expression changed. How could he let that happen? What if he accidentally angered this ancient expert? He'd be done for.
After all, this was an ancient monster who could beat up even the strongest ancestor in Heavenly Demon Marten history. Though he was now only a soul and seemed to be badly injured, dealing with a mere Demonic Spirit like him would still be a piece of cake.
"Forget it. Since you've already said it, Lord Marten will reluctantly be your big brother."
Little Marten curled his lip, but Lin Dong immediately objected.
"Why should you be the big brother? I did the work. If anyone's the big brother, it should be me."
"What's your strength, kid? You think you're fit to be my big brother? Lord Marten doesn't care. I'm going to be the big brother."
Little Marten and Lin Dong's argument gradually died down as they both sensed a gaze fixed on them.
They slowly turned around. Meeting the Lord of Devourment's half-amused gaze, Lin Dong and Little Marten gave awkward laughs. They stood properly, like children who'd been caught doing something wrong.
"Still, you two are lucky. There aren't many people in this world who know my name."
The Lord of Devourment chuckled, his eyes filled with emotion. His deep, resonant voice rang out slowly, carrying the weight of a story that had endured through the ages.
"Remember this. My name is Cang Wu. I am the second disciple of my honored teacher, Symbol Ancestor. I command the most mysterious and domineering of the Eight Great Ancestral Talismans—the strongest of them all, the Devouring Ancestral Talisman. I am known as the Lord of Devourment!"
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