The Demon Plane Has No Gods

Yun Jingheng stood with his halberd in hand, the Three Corpses behind him each occupying a different spot.

The auras of those old monsters deep within the Demon Plane were no longer merely observing.

The purplish-black wasteland began to churn like boiling water.

Eight cracks, large and small, tore open from different directions, and black winds surged out from within.

There are winged demons, horned demons, red demons with bodies like lava, and corpse demons with rotten bodies.

Each one possesses the strength of Titled Douluo.

Even the weakest of them is no worse than those previous lords.

They came treading on the Demon Soil, without shouting battle cries or uttering a single word.

As soon as he landed, he rushed towards Yun Jingheng.

Yun Jingheng did not retreat; he raised his halberd.

The blue-purple light on the Heaven Saint Rift Abyss Halberd suddenly contracted and then exploded.

The first Crimson Demon to charge forward was swept in two by his halberd.

Before the purplish-black blood even hit the ground, he had already used the momentum to propel himself forward.

The Evil Corpse moved first on his left; the dark red moonlight, like a knife, sliced across the ground.

The three demons were simultaneously struck in the legs, causing them to pause in their movements. The Good Corpse then followed up with its attack.

Silver chains emerged from the void and bound the bodies of the three demons.

Yun Jingheng had already reached them, and with a single halberd strike, he beheaded them one by one without any unnecessary movements.

The demon leader landed, and half of the demonic energy in the air was drawn away, leaving the remaining four demons terrified.

They wanted to retreat, True Self Corpse remained seated in the god's palm.

He didn't speak, but simply flipped one hand down, and the four Demon froze simultaneously.

The purplish-brown ground beneath their feet seemed to be locked by another layer of Moonlight. Yun Jingheng did not stop; he stepped over the Three Corpses and charged into the space between the four.

The Heaven Saint Rift Abyss Halberd drew up an extremely long arc of light. Demonic roars, the sound of bones cracking, and the sound of the ground collapsing were mixed together. By the time the moonlight fell, all eight Demon lords had been reduced to pieces.

None of them could still stand. Yun Jingheng slowly sheathed his halberd and stood among the pile of corpses, his breathing only slightly heavier than when he came in.

The endless, crimson eyes inside the door receded like a tide.

Only a wisp of life remained.

The purple mist dissipated, and an extremely thin figure slowly emerged from the north. It was not tall, and its body was entirely grayish-white.

It has no facial features, only three tiny black eyes lined up vertically. Its name is Alba, and its strength is only at the Limit Douluo level.

It moved very slowly, Yun Jingheng raised his halberd.

Just before he was about to land, the voice of the Lunar Primordial Sovereign suddenly rang in his mind. "Retreat."

Yun Jingheng frowned and said, "One more is needed."

Lunar Primordial Sovereign didn't explain further; a wisp of extremely clear and cold Moonlight surged from Yun Jingheng's body.

He didn't release the Moonlight himself; it enveloped him and also the Three Corpses.

Yun Jingheng's body slid backward uncontrollably. "Wait, Yuanjun?!"

Lunar Primordial Sovereign did not answer.

The purplish-black door reappeared and began to slam shut.

Yun Jingheng only had time to see that Alba was still standing in the same spot.

It didn't chase after him, it just watched him as the door slowly closed to the other side.

boom.

The door slammed shut, Yun Jingheng fell back onto the land of the Douluo Continent, where the sky was bright with sunlight.

Ye Xinglan and Gu Yuena had already rushed over, with Tang Wulin and the others close behind.

Yuanen Yehui remained seated, her face pale, but her breathing had calmed down.

Er Ming rushed over, and Xie Xie scrambled to Yun Jingheng's side, asking, "How are you? Why did you come back so suddenly? Why was the door closed? Weren't you going in?"

After a while, Yun Jingheng said, "The threat has been eliminated. They won't come again."

Ye Xinglan squatted down and held his arm. Gu Yuena didn't say anything, she just looked at him.

Yun Jingheng no further explanation.

He heard the Lunar Primordial Sovereign still in his sea of consciousness, speaking very softly and very close, "Your soul's level far surpasses that of your physical body. Their strength is indeed very weak, and you can kill them at will. But if you want to refine that world, you must make your body a god."

"That world has no gods, not even so-called Quasi-God. Once all nine Demon are dead, the plane will inevitably collapse, and you will only end up with nothing."

"That world has been locked away by me; you can't leave. You can rest assured."

Yun Jingheng took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He raised his hand and patted the magic dust off his sleeve, then turned to look at Yuanen Zhentian, who was running from the sidelines.

The old man didn't run fast, but every step he took was extremely heavy. Several clan elders behind him were also jogging, as if they had been waiting for this sentence for half their lives.

Yun Jingheng nodded to him and said, "It's resolved. There won't be any more Demon."

Yuanen Zhentian stopped, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He glanced at Yun Jingheng, then at the door that had been sealed shut, and then at Yuanen Yehui was still sitting in the formation.

Her aura had completely stabilized, her ninth Soul Ring hovered behind her, no longer jumping around, and the forces of the Titan Giant Ape and the Fallen Angel were no longer tearing each other apart.

They were pressed side by side in the same place, as if by something extremely stable and heavy.

Yuanen Zhentian's lips trembled slightly. He suddenly lowered his head and gave Yun Jingheng a very deep and solemn bow.

He said, "Thank Pavilion Master."

Yun Jingheng didn't help him up; he accepted the bow, Er Ming remained silent.

Xie Xie had already run to Yuanen Yehui's side, knelt down, and looked at her cautiously.

Xu Xiaoyan and Tang Wulin also gathered around.

Only Gu Yuena and Ye Xinglan remained standing next to Yun Jingheng.

Ye Xinglan asked, "What do we do next?"

Yun Jingheng sighed, rubbed his temples, and said, "I want to go back."

Gu Yuena tidied her messy hair. "Okay."

Yun Jingheng looked at Tang Wulin and the others, "As for them... let them stay with Yuan En for a few more days."

Xie Xie turned around abruptly. "What? You go back to your place, and we're staying? Jing Heng, are you going to run off alone again?"

Yun Jingheng waved his hand. "This time I'm not running away. I'm going back to seclusion. You all stay here and take care of Yuan En. She just passed Level 90, and although the gate is closed, her body will need a few more days to stabilize."

He looked at Yuanen Yehui: "Don't rush back to Shrek. It's better to stay here because it's close to your family's ley lines than to go back to the city."

Yuanen Yehui nodded gently. Her black wings had been retracted, and although her face was still somewhat pale, her breathing was steady.

Xie Xie remained squatting beside her, seemingly oblivious to Yun Jingheng's words, and only asked in a low voice, "How are you feeling now? Are you still cold?"

Yuanen Yehui looked at him. "You're not cold anymore."

Xie Xie breathed a sigh of relief, but his hand still didn't leave her shoulder.

Tang Wulin also said, "Let's stay for a few days. It'll be a good opportunity to talk to Uncle Er Ming."

Xu Xiaoyan said to Yun Jingheng, "Then you, Sister Xing Lan, and Sister Gu Yue go back first. We'll go back to the academy after Yuan En recovers."

Yun Jingheng nodded, then looked at Gu Yuena. Gu Yuena understood and walked to his side.

Ye Xinglan asked, "Shall we leave now?"

Yun Jingheng said, "Let's rest for the night and set off tomorrow morning."

No one objected.

Yuanen Zhentian had already sent people to renovate the courtyard. Although he was heartbroken about the damaged west courtyard, he was even more afraid that these people would leave at any moment.

Upon hearing that Yun Jingheng wanted to stay the night, they quickly arranged accommodations.

Er Ming whispered, "After you go back, are you going to go into seclusion?"

Yun Jingheng nodded. "I think so."

Er Ming, "Are you confident?"

Yun Jingheng smiled, "Even if we don't have it, we'll still have it."

That night, the Yuanen Family lit up their house, making it as bright as a festival, from the main hall to the back hill.

The shadow of the Demon Plane had just receded, and the entire family was catching their breath as if they had just emerged from a long dream.

Xie Xie didn't go to eat; he stayed outside Yuanen Yehui's house without moving an inch.

Tang Wulin called him twice, but he didn't respond. Later, Yuanen Yehui opened the door herself, glanced at him, and said, "Going to eat?"

Xie Xie said, "I'm not hungry yet."

Yuanen Yehui said, "I'm hungry."

Xie Xie immediately stood up. "Let's go."

The two walked towards the main hall, one after the other. On the way, Yuanen Yehui suddenly said, "Did you just think I was going to be pulled inside through the door?"

Xie Xie paused, then replied, "Yes."

Yuanen Yehui quickened her pace and whispered, "I thought so too."

Xie Xie turned to look at her, but she didn't look at him; she was only staring at the bright lights ahead.

The moonlight was faint, and the wind was gentle.

She said, "But I heard you calling me from outside."

Xie Xie opened his mouth.

Did he shout? He doesn't remember, but he didn't ask.

"Yuan En, I've always been here."