Mo Luo Will Return to the Primordial Wilderness, Making a Grand Entrance to Rule Heaven and Earth for Me!

After hearing this past history, Zhu Yin's expression was complicated.

He had not expected Mo Luo's relationship with the Devil Ancestor to be so close, and once again sensed how unfathomably deep the Primordial World was. Every powerful figure hid trump cards and plotted every step with care.

But he also gained a measure of respect for Mo Luo.

Calm, rational, unflustered—even at death's door, he could recount everything with composure.

Such a great devil was the kind of existence people truly had to fear.

However, respect was respect; an enemy was still an enemy. Zhu Yin had never shown mercy.

Especially toward a pervasive great devil connected to the Devil Ancestor, he could not afford to let down his guard.

Thus, he continued asking several questions. Mo Luo answered frankly, concealing nothing.

The two conversed as though they were old friends who had known each other for years.

Until Mo Luo asked about Zhu Yin's true identity and his relationship with the "Twelfth-Grade Purifying World White Lotus," Zhu Yin suddenly changed expression and attacked without hesitation!

His Heaven-Piercing Green Bamboo Dharma Form and Merit Golden Wheel crashed down together, giving Mo Luo no chance to prepare.

He understood that the Primordial Wilderness was filled with strange and varied arts, while the Devil Ancestor's inheritance was even more bizarre. He could not take any risks.

If the Devil Ancestor learned his true details through Mo Luo, the future consequences would be endless.

Mo Luo finally changed color. A vast amount of demonic Dao laws surged forth, intertwining and colliding with Zhu Yin's divine abilities.

But he was already suppressed, had also been severely wounded by the Fallen-Treasure Coin, and Zhu Yin possessed the Pure World White Lotus, which restrained black lotuses.

Mo Luo lasted less than a thousand years before he could no longer hold out.

Facing another suppression by the Dharma Form and golden wheel, and perhaps the fate of having his soul scattered and spirit dispersed, he suddenly laughed:

"The Devil Ancestor is undying; Mo Luo cannot die."

"So long as the black lotus is not destroyed, the Demon Seed shall endure."

"After ten thousand ages, I will return."

"Then heaven and earth will overturn, the sun and moon will lose their light, and I will personally reclaim this black lotus."

As his words fell, he forcibly burned his cultivation and awakened the Devil Ancestor's mark within his body!

A terrifying power erupted, forcibly tearing through Zhu Yin's blockade, breaking through the golden wheel, and shattering his restraints.

To Zhu Yin's astonishment, Mo Luo transformed into a Primordial Spirit Demon Seed, tore through the air, and vanished without a trace!

Outside the rift between reality and illusion, heaven and earth suddenly changed!

Dark clouds pressed down overhead, thunder and lightning roared, as though the apocalypse had arrived.

Yet before the heavenly punishment could descend, that strange power rippled again and instantly dispersed it.

Within the rift between reality and illusion, Que Mountain was tranquil.

For the time being, Zhu Yin had no way of knowing about the turmoil rising outside.

But Mo Luo's successful escape still made his heart sink.

This was a tremendous hidden danger. Perhaps one day, he would rise again like a dead fire rekindled.

However, Zhu Yin did not fall into anxiety. He knew that what had happened had already happened; no amount of worry would help.

Since that was the case, he might as well cast aside distracting thoughts and focus on handling what lay before him.

Because Mo Luo had sacrificed his cultivation and suffered wounds that would be hard to heal, the spirit treasures he left behind had also lost their power. Zhu Yin easily suppressed them, even putting the dim Ninth-Grade Black Lotus into his pocket.

He continued climbing the peak, carefully inspecting every part of Que Mountain.

At the same time, in the Outer Realm Demon World.

Devil Ancestor Rahu gazed at the distant sky thick with thunderclouds and sneered repeatedly:

"Hongjun, so what if you have become one with the Heavenly Dao?"

"You represent yang, while I am also yin. We are merely the two poles of yin and yang."

"This Demon Seed shares my lineage and is protected by the supreme rules. How could this heavenly punishment possibly strike it down?"

Dark clouds rolled like waves, lightning danced wildly, but the thunderbolts ultimately did not descend.

Rahu's laughter was wild and unrestrained. Only after the heavenly punishment completely dissipated did he withdraw his smile.

Returning to the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, he looked at the Primordial Spirit Demon Seed that had just appeared within the Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"Who exactly ruined my plans?"

In his eyes, he and Hongjun stood as the yin-yang opposites of the Heavenly Dao and had always been mortal enemies.

He had lost the Dao-Demon War back then and nearly perished, but he was unwilling to accept it!

At that critical moment, he thought of the methods used by Ancestor Dragon, Ancestor Phoenix, and Ancestor Qilin. An idea flashed through his mind, and he chose another path.

He willingly transformed himself into the Demon World Origin, allowing his divine consciousness to evolve into countless Outer Realm heavenly demons. He forcibly made the Primordial Wilderness Heavenly Dao accept the Demon Realm's existence, thereby "attaining the Dao" by another route and becoming the Demon Realm's "Heavenly Dao."

Although he too was one of the Heavenly Daos, his status was far inferior to Hongjun's.

The Demon Realm was merely a world beyond worlds, attached to the edge of heaven and earth in the Primordial Wilderness. It could not gain the recognition of heaven and earth's providence, nor could it communicate with the Heavenly Dao.

He could only wait for Mo Luo's rebirth to investigate the changes in the outside world for him.

Coming back to himself, he coldly looked at the Demon Seed and said in a deep voice:

"Since the Ninth-Grade Black Lotus has been destroyed, Mo Luo will use the Twelfth-Grade World-Destroying Black Lotus to forge his body anew."

"When yin and yang reverse and the Heavenly Dao changes hands in the future, the demonic Dao shall control the Primordial Wilderness for thirty-three years."

"At that time, heaven and earth will turn upside down, and ten thousand demons will run rampant!"

"Mo Luo will return to the Primordial Wilderness, make a grand entrance, and rule heaven and earth for me!"

Several months later, atop Que Mountain's Shaking Peak.

Dressed in green robes, Zhu Yin stood quietly, overlooking the entire mountain.

He had already thoroughly investigated every part of Que Mountain.

Although Mo Luo's escape had left behind future trouble, the gains from this trip were also immensely abundant.

This mid-grade Grotto-heaven Blessed Land was extraordinarily vast. Even after being depleted by Mo Luo, it still contained countless treasures.

Not only were there many exotic flowers and rare herbs of great age, there were also three precious innate spirit roots!

Two were low-grade: the Water-Cloud Tree and Scarlet Flame Wood.

One was mid-grade: the Water-Moon Cassia Tree.

When he sent his divine sense into the Water-Moon Cassia Tree, he learned of its origins.

It was actually connected to Wangshu, the first Moon Goddess!

It turned out that Ancestor Zhu Yu had once traveled through the Primordial Wilderness and, through a fortunate opportunity, obtained a wisp of Wangshu's origin and a cassia seed.

After returning to the mountain, he used the Dragon Clan's innate divine water and spent more than half his savings before cultivating this Water-Moon Spirit Cassia.

Unfortunately, just after it matured, Ancestor Zhu Yu perished.

If not for this spirit root suppressing the place, along with Mo Luo's care over the years, Que Mountain would have long since fallen into a low-grade blessed land. Now, it was only a step away from advancing to high-grade!

Those two low-grade spirit roots had been transplanted from elsewhere and were also rare treasures.

Beyond that, the mountain contained a great number of mineral veins, with countless varieties of gold, jade, iron, and stone.

Although most were ordinary ores, the reserves of low-grade gold and jade were astonishing. There was also quite a bit of mid-grade gold and jade, and even some high-grade gold and jade!

In order to rebuild the demonic Dao, Mo Luo had treated this Grotto-heaven Blessed Land as his foundation. Though he did not allow living beings to reach the Transformation Stage for fear of being discovered, he had carefully managed the place, making all of Que Mountain incomparably prosperous.

Now, all of it had fallen into Zhu Yin's hands.

Especially on the main peak, Shaking Peak, where treasures were piled everywhere:

Over a hundred pieces of high-grade innate material, over a thousand pieces of mid-grade material, and over ten thousand pieces of low-grade material!

There were also so many Heaven and Earth Treasures of every kind that they were frightening. Zhu Yin made a rough count and found several million pieces—more than even Ancestor Xuanxin's collection!

Some had been left behind by Ancestor Zhu Yu, while others had been mined and accumulated by Mo Luo himself.

He also discovered several black lotus seeds, most likely produced by Mo Luo over the past few years.

Of course, he also obtained the innate spirit insects he wanted most—the earthworms!

These insects, called Spirit Marsh Earthworms, were born from Ji Earth spiritual energy. They could nourish spirit roots and were exceedingly precious.

Perhaps because they were useless to Mo Luo, these insects had remained sealed away and had never hatched.

But Zhu Yin estimated that, with a few more hundred years of nurturing, they would all hatch.

After sighing with emotion, he sat cross-legged in Ancestor Zhu Yu's former cave dwelling. His Primordial Spirit sank into Que Mountain, and he imprinted his own mark upon the Grotto-heaven Blessed Land, completely taking control of this place.

As the Grotto-heaven Blessed Land's power strengthened him and heaven and earth's providence descended, Zhu Yin's heart leaped with joy.

Fortunately, because Mo Luo was entangled by the Devil Ancestor's karma, he had no way to turn this place into a Dao Field unless he became a Quasi-Sage or Primordial Golden Immortal.

Otherwise, the outcome of that battle would have been difficult to determine.

If Mo Luo had controlled Que Mountain's power, Zhu Yin might have lost. Even if he had won, it would likely have been a miserable victory.