The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's Long Staff

Not everyone can command the dead, nor can everyone wander among the dead unharmed.

This Soul-Locking Pillar, imbued with the power of belief, holds countless dead souls; only its true master can control it.

Ren Anran and Xu Lu were entangled by endless dead souls, which caused them to fall into a daze and eventually be bound to this hall.

But Zhang Xuezhou was an exception. The other party was like an avatar of Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, or a smaller version of it, and thus also possessed the characteristics to influence these dead souls.

In this world, the opposing side holds supreme command authority and can tear any rebel to shreds.

There were ninety-nine high priests in the hall, but they were also a group of high-ranking undead who could turn the tables very quickly.

As more and more dead souls gathered around Zhang Xuezhou, some high priests slowly knelt down in worship.

Submitting to others is difficult, but submitting to Zhang Xuezhou is quite normal.

"Quack, they've all rebelled! They've all rebelled!"

The Demon Thought duck quacked loudly, looking at Zhang Xuezhou with a hint of fear.

Just as Zhang Xuezhou was powerless when facing the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, the Demon Thought Duck was no different when facing Zhang Xuezhou.

If Zhang Xuezhou were to waver even slightly, it would be doomed.

"Wait, I still need it!"

The Demon Thought duck didn't wait until the last step to reluctantly make a choice; when it realized things were getting out of control, it immediately cried out for mercy.

Regardless of what happens in the future, it at least needs to get through this current hurdle.

"My master is taciturn and doesn't like to talk, but I know a few things that might be useful to you," the Demon Thought duck cried out.

"Oh?"

"As long as you sit on this throne, you may very well be able to observe that world!"

The Demon Thought duck spread its wings and pounced onto the back of the withered wooden throne, then tilted its head to indicate that it was the throne.

"You've been here for a while, you must have sat down there," Zhang Xuezhou, looking up.

"When I sat down, all I could see was a chair floating in the darkness, a very peculiar chair," said the Demon Thought Duck.

"How is it strange?"

"That chair seems to be connected to many worlds; as long as you point with this connection, you can see other worlds!"

The words spoken by the Demon Thought duck were based on conjecture, but it was clear that it was making a genuine effort to express itself in order to save its life.

Compared to Zhang Xuezhou, who had touched the tree chair, Demon Thought Nianyazi's knowledge was clearly far less.

But the other party kept observing, and some of their speculations piqued Zhang Xuezhou's interest.

"I see you're just using chairs to exchange for differences!"

To emphasize her speculation, Demon Thought Ya Zi even provided evidence.

"The information you've given me doesn't satisfy me," Zhang Xuezhou said. "You should know that I really want to survive. I want to know how I can survive!"

"I don't even know how I survived in your hands, how am I supposed to know you survived in your master's hands?" the Demon Thought duck yelled. "You just want me dead!"

"I'm not confident I can kill him, but I'm confident I can drag you down with me," Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and said, "If you want to live, you need to cooperate with me, not side with your master!"

Zhang Xuezhou emphasized this point, which prompted the Demon Thought duck on the withered wooden throne to cackle loudly for a while, accusing the demon of "forcing good people into prostitution."

If the true master of this place cannot return immediately, Zhang Xuezhou will indeed have control over the area and will exercise all available absolute power.

Compared to the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, the Demon Thought Duck was indeed more afraid of Zhang Xuezhou. After all, Zhang Xuezhou had almost killed it with his reckless actions, and he would show no mercy when he killed it again.

"He's old!"

After a few seconds, the Demon Thought duck whispered something.

"Is he old?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.

"He's listless, dispirited, and utterly devoid of vitality," said the Demon Thought duck. "If he can't overcome the shadow of failure, and you outlive him, I think you can outlive him!"

"Like this?"

Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed in surprise.

"I think he'll only take over your body when you die," said the Demon Thought duck.

"Your guess is interesting, but I don't want to gamble on that possibility," Zhang Xuezhou shook his head. "The contest between him and me might happen years later, or it might happen at any moment right now. I can't gamble my life on such a lucky guess, just as you wouldn't casually gamble your life in my hands."

"..."

The most troublesome enemy is never yourself.

If there is any connection between the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, Zhang Xuezhou, and the Demon Thought duck, it's like the difference between a large, medium, and small account; dealing with the issues involved is extremely complex and troublesome.

If no substantial benefits are offered, Zhang Xuezhou will certainly not give up. After all, the life or death of the Demon Thought duck will not affect Zhang Xuezhou; death is only a matter of a moment.

"I know where his staff is!"

Nearly ten seconds later, the Demon Thought duck spread its wings and flew towards the top of the dark red hall.

As if knowing that Zhang Xuezhou would command it, before Zhang Xuezhou could give any orders, the Demon Thought duck used its claws to untie a decoration that looked like a crossbeam on the roof.

A long staff, jet black in color and shimmering with the light of many tiny gemstones, fell from the sky.

As long as one sits on the withered wooden throne, one can easily reach out and catch this long staff.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't need to think about it; he could imagine the arrogant look on the throne that the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon once had.

He didn't grab the staff directly, but waited for it to fall to the ground before approaching to examine it.

"You... now..."

The drawn-out sound echoed in the air. Zhang Xuezhou glanced around and realized that the Demon Thought Duck not only spoke with a drawn-out tone, but also descended slowly as it flew down.

When he glanced at the dead souls behind him, he saw that these swaying souls had also fallen into a very slow swaying.

"It's about speed and slowness that I've never been able to control!"

Before Zhang Xuezhou could even grip the staff tightly, its power had already dissipated through the impact of the fall.

Under these conditions of speed and slowness, Zhang Xuezhou's ordinary speed will become a speed that is difficult for others to react to.

This is an extremely powerful force. As long as the opponent is not completely flawless or has been subjected to a dimensional reduction attack, this control can exert a strong advantage in combat.

There must be a reason behind the ability he possesses. Zhang Xuezhou had previously suspected that his control originated from Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, and now that has been confirmed.

He seemed to be following the path once trodden by the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon.

This path possesses undeniable and tangible power, but it is a path that Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon have traversed and failed upon taking.

Zhang Xuezhou reached out and grasped the long staff. A layer of precious light floated over the staff, its color so vibrant that Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but squint.

But in the instant the light dissipated, Zhang Xuezhou found that everything around him had fallen into absolute stillness.

Ren Anran and Xu Lu, who had regained their senses while lying on the ground, stopped struggling and remained as still as statues.

The dead souls that kept pouring into this hall got stuck in the non-existent door, their bodies half inside and half stuck on top of the stone pillar.

This also included the Demon Thought duck that leaped down from mid-air; it maintained its leaping posture but remained strangely suspended in mid-air.

Everything within the main hall fell into stillness, except for Zhang Xuezhou, who was gripping his long staff.

Having mastered both fast and slow, Zhang Xuezhou understood the intricacies involved.

It's not that fast and slow change the world, but rather that fast and slow change themselves.

Everything around Zhang Xuezhou was running normally, but Zhang Xuezhou himself was running at an accelerated pace.

This excessive speed disrupted the relative balance, keeping everything he came into contact with in a static state.