The Rising Little Ming

All the powerful figures who were paying attention to the Three Immortal Islands were confused, and for a moment they could not tell whether Ling Xiao was injured or not.

Is it real or just an act?

Or was it intentional, to trick those demons into causing trouble?

They couldn't understand or distinguish any of this.

Now that all seven Chaos Demon God have been slain, Ling Xiao's victory in the battle solidified his position, earning him the title of Dao Venerable.

It sounds incredibly prestigious, almost on par with Dao Ancestor Hongjun. This means that in many people's minds, Ling Xiao is no weaker than Dao Ancestor and can be compared to him.

Those powerful figures who wanted to see the Golden Crow die and stand on the side of the Dao Ancestor had ashen faces and looked extremely ugly.

What an monstrous being! He could even defeat seven demon gods. They thought Ling Xiao was doomed, but after his sudden death, the Dao Ancestor stepped in to stabilize the situation, and everyone was happy.

Ling Xiao is now alive and kicking, not only having won a great victory, but also being revered as the Dao Venerable, on par with the Dao Ancestor.

At this moment, they all had an indescribable feeling, and they really wanted to curse, "Damn it, how did they survive?"

Even some powerful individuals, despite their detached state of mind, were still grieving as if they had lost their parents, Duke of the East who were waiting to compete for the Dao Fruit of the Human Race.

He was so angry he wanted to bang his head against the ground and die on Mount Shouyang. Was there no justice left? Where was the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Dao? Show some force!

"Our master has exploded again!"

The White Elephant and the Green Lion looked up at the sky, their faces filled with melancholy and sighs. They had witnessed their master, Tongtian, being crushed by Ling Xiao, his blood almost splattering on them.

That's so brutal!

"Compared to the other Sage, Master died relatively few times. In this respect, he is far superior to them!" White Elephant exclaimed, not feeling anything was amiss, but rather feeling somewhat proud.

Within the Nether Sea of Blood, the Minghe lies prostrate beneath its Sea of Blood, a pair of blood-red eyes flashing with an eerie light, conveying a sense of despair.

The last glimmer of hope has been extinguished!

Despite being attacked from both sides by the Seven Demon Gods, Ling Xiao remained unharmed and survived.

This made Minghe feel uneasy, as he had a deep grudge against the Human Race and had once tried to use the Blood River Formation to devour Human Race.

Not long ago, he plotted to usurp the Human Emperor. All the Karma will eventually be settled.

When Ling Xiao or Ziwei remember him, that will be the time of great calamity, and no one will be able to save him.

Houtu was here before, but after this battle, will Houtu turn against Ling Xiao because of him?

Obviously not.

I wish I were dead!

The more Minghe thought about it, the more desperate he felt. He felt that his life had come to an end, that there was no more hope, and that his dream of becoming a saint had come to an end.

Survival is a problem, let alone becoming a saint!

Tired? Let's Destruction it, quickly!

Minghe turned over and lay supine in the Sea of Blood, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

Just then, a stream of blood-red energy, like a blood snake, silently approached the Minghe and arrived beside it without anyone noticing.

Suddenly, the blood serpent darted into Minghe's ear with incredible speed.

"Boom!"

Minghe sat bolt upright, frantically picking at his ears. "What the hell is that? Come out here!?"

He clearly felt something crawl in, as if his entire ear canal had been pierced by a sharp arrow, followed by a tearing pain in his skull.

It hurts! It hurts so much!

But soon, the pain receded like the tide, coming and going quickly.

Minghe was stunned, feeling as if something had just happened, yet it also seemed as if nothing had happened, almost like an illusion.

Just as he was lost in thought, a voice suddenly rang in his mind, very abruptly.

"Heh... Average foundation, average talent, but he has a Slaughter heart, so he's passable."

"Kid, you're lucky!"

Minghe was startled, his whole body jolted, his face hardening with a fierce and wary expression. "Who are you? Get out of my mind!"

He stared at the air in front of him, as if talking to it, but Minghe knew that it wasn't an illusion; something had really crawled into his head.

"Who I am?"

The voice continued, filled with chilling killing intent, possessing an ancient and vast grandeur that was extremely oppressive.

Minghe looked wary, a hint of fear in his eyes. Just from the sound, you could tell this was an extremely powerful being.

Immediately afterwards, the voice in his mind spoke again, its sound as loud as thunder, startling Minghe so much that he almost collapsed.

"Fool! I am the Slaughter Demon God!"

"The Slaughter Demon God!?" Minghe was horrified, his body trembling involuntarily.

The terrifying power of the Slaughter Demon God not long ago is still fresh in my mind; he was one of the powerful Seven Demon Gods.

And now it's actually appearing in my mind.

This terrifying demon god is still alive!?

"Would the Slaughter Demon God try to possess me?" Minghe felt a chill run down his spine as this terrifying thought suddenly surged into his mind.

"Relax, I mean you no harm. If I wanted to possess you, would I be wasting my breath talking to you?"

The Slaughter Demon God continued, as if he had heard the voice of the Minghe.

Upon hearing this, Minghe felt much relieved, but was still full of doubts, so he asked with a shameless grin.

"Lord Slaughter Demon God, what are your orders for entering my mind? As long as it is within my power, I will not refuse!" Minghe said humbly, his face full of flattery.

"It's very simple. I will help you attain the Primordial Origin Dao, on the condition that you obey my orders and do things for me."

"Once I am reborn and obtain everything I desire, you will be free!" the Slaughter Demon God said coldly, his words filled with murderous intent.

"Demon God, do you want me to help you kill Ling Xiao?" Minghe asked with a dry laugh. Although the prospect of attaining the Primordial Origin was very appealing, it depended on what the task was.

Even the Chaos Demon God was no match for Ling Xiao, let alone him. Even if he attained the Primordial Origin, he would have no chance of winning.

"Utterly foolish! Even I am no match for Ling Xiao, so what can you do?!" the Slaughter Demon God roared.

Upon hearing this, Minghe immediately felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

"In short, I will help you attain the Primordial Origin Dao. Just be obedient and you'll reap the rewards!" the Slaughter Demon God continued.

"Yes, Lord Demon God!"

Minghe trembled with excitement. The four words "Proving the Primordial Origin" rekindled his hope. The sudden exposure of this hope was as dazzling as the sun.

He felt that this time it was really going to work out; the right feeling was there, the emotions and atmosphere were almost there.

"By the way, Lord Demon God, won't you be discovered hiding in my mind?" Minghe asked after a moment's thought. This was a crucial question; if Ling Xiao caught him, he would be finished.

"Hehe! Don't worry, as long as I don't reveal my presence, no one will be able to detect me!" the Slaughter Demon God said confidently, showing great confidence in this matter.

That damned Golden Crow thought he was dead, little did he know he had a backup plan. Once the plan was completed, it would be time to avenge his great grudge!