"Did I do the right thing?"
Meng Mo looked at the shooting star that had fallen into the mortal world and sighed. No matter how one put it, the Devil Master was still his junior, even closer to him than Lu Chuan was.
Helping outsiders beat one's own people...
But there was no helping it. Who told the Devil Master to dream of invading the Three Realms? Over these years in the Three Realms, he had come to feel more and more that it was better for the two realms to remain at peace and preserve the balance as it was.
He would not help the Demon Realm invade the Three Realms. By the same principle, he would not sit by and do nothing if the Three Realms invaded the Demon Realm.
As long as the Devil Race did not attack the Heavenly Court, they would absolutely not launch a war on their own. This was the promise Lu Chuan had given him.
As the Devil Master was struck down into the Three Realms, the abundant profound yin energy within the Three Realms also began to disperse...
"Fellow Daoists, this great tribulation has now passed."
Lu Chuan counted on his fingers, smiled, and cupped his hands toward everyone in thanks. "All of you fellow Daoists ended this tribulation with me and saved all living beings. Your merit is boundless."
In this chaos, he had spent more time tangling with Wutian. Later, when the Devil Master had run over to challenge the whole group of them alone, it had simply been asking for a beating.
Around him, the assembled mighty figures looked left and right at one another, their expressions strange.
Among them were Chiyou and the Dream Demon, who were devils, as well as Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of Earth