The End of Douluo Continent Is Coming!

There are eight demons of creation. They use space as their eyes and time as their bodies, existing within the world and watching over us.

These powerful beings, I call them the venerable creators. Regardless of whether you are a powerful human or a supreme god, you are as insignificant as dust before them.

As long as you obtain a sliver of their power, you will become even stronger than those gods!

The reason we cannot see them is that they have fallen into a deep slumber, and I am the one who shall awaken them!

The era of the demons will eventually arrive. Awaken! Demons!

The content recorded on the stone book ended there, but after reading it, Ning Fengzhi could not calm his heart for a long time.

Following that were some of Ning Xiaoyao's speculations regarding the demons. The speculations were quite pessimistic; he defined the demons as the evil side of the world, while the gods represented the good.

Even if demons existed, the gods would surely eliminate them; otherwise, the world would not exist at all.

As for the person who attempted to awaken the demons, he deduced that they were an evil individual who tried to destroy the world, but failed and turned into a stone statue. Thus, he had hidden the statue away so that no one could find it.

Ning Fengzhi's brows tightened.

If Senior Xiaoyao's speculation was correct, then wouldn't only gods be capable of dealing with demons?

Moreover, the gods could not kill their opponents, only seal them, because if the gods could kill the demons, no one would ever attempt to awaken them again.

Ning Fengzhi thought of the person who tried to resurrect the demons. Although they failed, it was uncertain whether they failed on their own or if a god had intervened to stop them.

However, he believed the latter was highly probable.

Connecting this to the recent actions of Spirit Hall, the only faction on the Douluo Continent with a clear divine inheritance, it further proved that the gods were wary of the demons.

The gods... were wary of demons?

Ning Fengzhi broke out in a cold sweat, unable to breathe.

If all of this were true, then the most dangerous crisis in the history of the Douluo Continent had arrived!

Because those demons of creation had already been resurrected!

Quick! Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo!

Ning Fengzhi turned back, stunned for a moment, before shouting anxiously: "Someone! Go and fetch Sword Douluo..."

The apocalypse was approaching, and they had to make preparations in advance.

Meanwhile, in the Heaven Dou Empire palace.

"Report to Your Majesty, this subject believes that Spirit Hall's actions are meant to flaunt their strength and are a symbol of their burning ambition! This talk of demons is purely fake!"

The official bowed and replied with full confidence.

Emperor Xue Ye sat on his high throne, his graying eyes sweeping over the crowd below with indifference as he pondered the words the official had just spoken.

Below, Xue Qinghe stood straight at the front of the crowd, standing out like a crane in a flock of chickens—a graceful young man. In reality, however, she was Qian Renxue, the eldest lady of Spirit Hall.

In secret, Qian Renxue was also very confused as to why her grandfather would say such things.

Could it be that Grandfather is truly doing this to promote the strength of Spirit Hall? Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly.

The Star Luo Empire, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and various other large and small factions, including the Clear Sky Sect, had all taken note of Spirit Hall's actions, but not a single one took it seriously.

Demons? A hundred-thousand-year spirit bone?

Are you trying to trick a child? If you really had a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone, would you actually take it out as a reward? It's fake at a glance!

"Spirit Hall is becoming more and more shameless."

In the Clear Sky Sect, Sect Master Tang Xiao said with disdain, his eyes revealing a hint of hatred. If it weren't for Spirit Hall, his younger brother would not have been forced away.

"Xiao Hao, where on earth have you gone? Come back!" He clenched his fists, filled with worry.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in Nuoding City, at the Junior Spirit Master Academy.

"Teacher, do demons really exist?"

In the staff dormitory, Tang San asked Yu Xiaogang with confusion.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang frowned and reprimanded him sternly: "San, I want you to clearly understand that in this world, there are only humans and spirit beasts; there are no other creatures."

"As for these so-called demons, they are nothing more than fake news used by Spirit Hall to deceive people! It is utterly ridiculous!"

"Yes, Teacher, I was wrong!" Tang San lowered his head to apologize, his face filled with shame.

His teacher was the greatest theorist in the world; what his teacher taught naturally could not be wrong. In this world, there were only humans and spirit beasts, nothing else!

He repeated this to himself once more.

"By the way, San, after you graduate tomorrow, go directly to this school!"

"Shrek Academy?"

Tang San took the address and the letter of introduction, examining them with curiosity.

Spirit Hall, secret chamber.

Shendu felt the divine power increasing within his body and smiled comfortably.

"This is what a god should be! Compared to before, my divine power now is like water flowing from a faucet, whereas the previous divine power was merely dew on a leaf at dawn—short-lived and powerless!"

"Not bad, not bad at all. Keep up the good work! This is only the first wave; the real haul is still to come!" He felt incredibly excited inside.

The divine power he was currently harvesting came entirely from those in Spirit Hall loyal to Qian Daoliu. These die-hard followers believed everything Qian Daoliu said without question, possessing no ability to discern the truth for themselves.

When the news of the demon's existence was first released, hundreds had already begun generating divine power for him. After half a day of fermentation, that number had grown to hundreds of thousands.

Most people had only contributed a tiny sliver of divine power, clearly not yet fully convinced, but quantity led to a qualitative change. As the news spread, more people would believe, and he would be able to obtain even more divine power.

When that time came, besides using this divine power to create new patches, he could also set aside a portion to track down his own talismans.

The talismans were the true divine trial; they were the foundation of his path to godhood.

"Once I have a bit more divine power, I'll see if I can locate the Sacred Dragon Carving. The Dragon Clan has guarded the Sacred Dragon Carving for generations? That story sounds promising."

He had only ever written in his diary before and had never forcibly altered the world. Now that he had the chance, he wanted to see just how much divine power it would take to create a Dragon Clan.

Just as he was deep in thought.

In Soto City, at Shrek Academy, Dai Mubai sat by the window, puzzled, holding the Sacred Dragon Carving in one hand and a palm-sized talisman in the other.

"Is this what it was looking for? What on earth is this?" He held the talisman up to examine it closely.

Under the sunlight, two tigers were carved onto it with lifelike detail.

The next second.

"Ah~"

After a piercing, agonizing pain, Dai Mubai clutched his hand in agony and stumbled away from the table, leaving only half of the talisman in his hand.

Beside him, another version of himself, identical in every way, stood there with an evil grin, his expression twisted and sinister.

The two Dai Mubais stared at each other in shock. What was going on?

"To think it's a talisman capable of stripping away all one's saintly emotions—this is truly miraculous! I feel so light and free right now!" the dark Dai Mubai said, grinning with excitement.

"Nonsense, I am clearly the original!" the other Dai Mubai retorted angrily.

And so, amidst their bickering, they arrived at the Dean's office.

"Bang—"

"Flender, get your ass out here!" The dark Dai Mubai, looking wicked and indifferent, kicked the door open and strode in.