Fengyun Knife, Taihua Sword, Zhai Xing Hand, and Xiaoyue Weaving were inserted at the four corners of the outer periphery of the black mountain peak. The wind rolled in clouds, the sword energy rushed to the sky, the stars fell, and the thunderstorm raged on, intertwining with the remaining aura of the Jiuxiao Divine Thunder Spear, forming a "Heavenly Net" that enveloped the mountain peak tightly, not letting any air through.

  Brilliant lights flashed, sword auras clashed, as the "Heavenly Net" contracted and compressed. The dark mountain peaks' demonic energy churned and bubbled, transforming into a straight column of wolf smoke that pierced the clouds, devouring lightning, entwining sword auras, chasing starlight, and surging with demonic energy.

  Innumerable evil demons flew out from the mountain, ferociously and fearlessly pouncing on the Four Great Treasure Troops. One by one, their corpses fell to the ground, shattered into dust, but this had no effect whatsoever, for they transformed back into demonic energy and remerged with the mountain peak.

  The four great treasures, although fully powered, lacked a master and lost their spiritual nature. Gradually, under the siege of the evil demon army, the shrinking "Heavenly Net" expanded slightly again.

  Witnessing this scene, Meng Qi understood that he had reached a point of no return. He could only ascend to the summit and find a way to pass on the will of the Demon Lord in order to dispel his own will and destroy the Demon's Tomb, thereby escaping his predicament. He was well aware that Gu Kongshan and others were far away and would not be able to arrive in time. Moreover, even if he managed to escape from the mountain, it would take a process of grinding and polishing to make the Four Great Treasure Soldiers acknowledge him as their master, which could not be accomplished in a short period of time.

  With no way out behind him and uncertainty ahead, Meng Qi took a deep breath, first checking the acupoints on Xiao Zi's body to make sure they were still sealed, before walking steadily towards the "Demon Gate".

  For himself, what's dangerous is not just the stone gate in front of him, but also the little purple one beside him. Who knows when she'll turn back into Gu Xiao San.

  Dark energy surged, the seal characters and patterns were extremely unusual, Meng Qi only saw it with his eyes, and he felt that his soul was being contaminated.

  He grasped the Red Sun Town Evil Slaying Knife tightly in his right hand, with the Golden Bell Shield revolving to its limits on his body's surface. Like a Bodhisattva descending into the world, he stretched out his left hand resolutely and gently pressed it against the stone gate.

  The stone gate opened very slowly, without any unusual signs, revealing a magnificent golden palace. Meng Qi led Xiao Zi into the palace and saw the figure sitting on the precious throne.

  He was majestic and stately, wearing a dark-coloured imperial robe, with a flat crown on his head, the tassels hanging down to cover his face.

  "You've finally arrived. Are you willing to accept my legacy and control the nine heavens and ten lands?" The Demon Lord's voice was majestic and awe-inspiring, with an irresistible temptation.

  It's just a legacy, and it won't die. I should be able to hold back my heart, but first, let's solve the matter of the demon tomb. Meng Qi thought for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "The junior is willing."

  "The child can be taught." The Demon Lord's voice carried a hint of amusement, his hood flew open, revealing an eerie pale face that was no different from ordinary humans.

  His eyes suddenly turned blank, and then became a mess, hard to describe.

  In the beginning of chaos, Taiji was born, yin and yang separated, two instruments rotated, suddenly bursting out two mysterious lights, directly shooting into Meng Qi's eyes.

  Innumerable profound and mysterious Tao revolved in Meng Qi's mind, he only felt his power rising steadily, soon opening the nine orifices, unlocking the Mysterious Gate, communicating with Heaven and Earth, merging inside and outside, and condensing into a Dharma body.

  Meng Qi couldn't help but let out a long whistle, the sound shaking the heavens.

  In an instant, with the mountain peak as the core, a mysterious wave rippled outward in circles, dispersing the clouds and mist, shattering the sword light, extinguishing the stars, and blowing away the thunder.

  A group of evil demons descended, covering the mountains and fields. A pair of blood-red eyes gazed up at the summit, and tears like blood flowed down. Then, they all knelt down to the ground in unison.

  "Welcome back, Your Majesty! The nine heavens and ten earths, none dare disobey!"

  "Welcome back, Your Majesty! The nine heavens and ten earths, no one dares to disobey!" The cheers echoed in Meng Qi's ears, the previously invincible evil demons all knelt at his feet, what an achievement and pride!

  Clang!

  Fengyun Knife, Taihua Sword, Zhai Xing Hand, and Xiaoyue Loom all let out a mournful cry under the overwhelming power of Tiantian Devil's might. Their forms shrunk down to their original size as they flew back to Meng Qi's feet, paying homage with reverence.

  The remaining aura of Jiuxiao Shenlei's spear dissipated uncontrollably, leaving only a lingering sense of regret that could not be helped, and ultimately fell silent.

  Meng Qi looked up and laughed loudly, feeling extremely pleased with himself. The legacy of the Demon Lord was indeed extraordinary!

  "Master......" Xia Zi gazed at Meng Qi with a dazed and bewildered expression, her slender hands unconsciously clenched into fists. "My heart's intention, you must be clear about it. I don't ask for future lives, only wishing to share hardships together in this life."

  Her face is delicate and pure, with a hint of shyness but firmness in expressing her true feelings, adding endless charm.

  Meng Qi, having received the demonic legacy, was no longer afraid of Gu Xiao Sang. At this moment, he looked at the beautiful little purple with an appreciative attitude, and his heart couldn't help but flutter. He hesitated slightly and said, "But wouldn't Little Sang be unwilling?"

  Being one body with two souls is just this troublesome, and I'm not the kind of person who forces others.

  Xiao Zi lowered her head and said shyly: "Xiao Sang likes men who are stronger than her, husband you are very suitable."

  I'm going, and you're changing your form of address so quickly, isn't that too fast? Meng Qi was taken aback for a moment, and his evil spirit acted up.

  Xiao Zi raised her head, and her smile had become more spirited: "Master, I didn't expect you to be able to condense your magic body directly. In the future, it's likely that you won't be able to return to the Buddhist sect. Why not put aside your worries and join me in exploring the Great Way? Since Xiao Zi likes you, and I don't have a sweetheart, why not give it a try?"

  Her slender index finger, delicate and beautiful, pressed against her pink lips, with an inexplicable temptation.

  "This...this isn't good..." Meng Qi swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

  "What's wrong?" Gu Xiao Sang smiled and said, step by step closer to Meng Qi, "Could it be that you don't like taking the initiative, but rather being played with by me? Alright, I can try."

  She gently pushed Meng Qi onto the throne, then took a step back, untied the ribbon that bound her hair, and let her long hair cascade down, sliding over her face, and slipping past the corners of her mouth.

  Her slender fingers moved downwards from her chest to her waist, then slowly pulled on the belt, with a beautiful and charming posture.

  Meng Qi's fingers were trembling with excitement, but just then a clear voice entered his ears: "What are you doing?"

  He looked up and saw Jiang Zhiwei walking into the hall with a sword, her face pale as she gazed at this scene.

  "I'm not what you think I am." Meng Qi blurted out.

  Then, his mouth twitched, "channel" seemed a bit off, this dialogue shouldn't appear on me.

  In a flash of insight, he stared blankly as Jiang Zhiwei pulled open her yellow goose feather skirt, revealing a white undergarment and her delicate figure.

  Something is wrong, something is wrong...

  Everything is so real that it can't be shaken off. Gu Xiao and Jiang Zhiwei are under Meng Qi's body, which is a beautiful scene that even dreams can't reach. However, Meng Qi feels that this is not what he truly wants in his heart.

  Suddenly, a monk appeared in front of him, his face unclear, but with a bitter expression.

  He shrunk his body, transformed into a child, clever and likable, loved by his parents. As he grew up, he was filial and respectful, while his parents also valued him above all else. When they passed away, he gazed at their coffins and let out a long sigh: "So that's how it is."

  A beauty appeared beside him, living together in harmony, with red candles and a fragrant bed, like glue and lacquer. They raised children and daughters, wasn't it joyful? Decades later, after his wife's passing, he sat in the mourning hall and suddenly sighed: "So that was how it was."

  He lingered among the flowers, leaving his emotions everywhere, indulging in pleasure, but one day he suddenly departed, shaking his head and sighing: "It was like that after all."

  He was born into royalty, with all the pampering and indulgence that came with it. As he grew up, he held power in his hands, with the constitution in his mouth, one word deciding life and death, one anger leading to corpses piling up for miles, one joy bringing forth promotions and favors. Ten years later, he left the imperial palace with a dismissive wave of his hand, leaving behind only one sentence: "So that's how it is."

  He rampaged across the battlefield, slaughtering villages and nations, viewing human life as worthless as straw, reveling in the thrill of slaughter. In his old age, he gazed at the ancient Buddha, a rare smile spreading across his face: "So that's how it is."

  ……

  These scenes flashed before Meng Qi's eyes like a morning bell and an evening drum, startling this dreamy person awake.

  "So that's it, so that's 'Luò Hóng Chén'." Meng Qi muttered to himself, ignoring Gu Xiao Sang and Jiang Zhi Wei beside him.

  "Cutting off the pure", directly points to each person's heart of guilt, regret, unforgettable, and fear, only these can cut off people's purity, belonging to greed, anger, delusion, love, separation, resentment, and hatred categories. And "falling into the red dust", is the heart's longing, yearning, desire for things, belonging to "unattainable" things.

  Strength, desire for power, beauty, emotions, all sorts of things converged, Meng Qi closed his eyes, letting the knife intent churn in his heart, until it boiled over, and a single slash was made!

  Ten zhang of red dust, brocade and embroidery rivers and mountains, beautiful people's deep feelings, parents' heavy kindness, wealth and power overflowing the sky, who hasn't had such fantasies?

  The sword's light was stained with worldly air, cutting through everything in front of it, making them shatter and disappear like a mirror flower in the water.

  The intent of the blade surged through his body, merging with the rolling demonic energy and his previous emotions, tempering Meng Qi's mind and body.

  I want all of these, but with three thousand temptations and ten thousand allurements, I will only choose what is truly desired in my heart!

  The dark gold became brighter, and after a burst of crackling sounds, Meng Qi opened his eyes. After a period of bitter practice and enduring the "refining" of the demonic energy for half a day, he had finally entered the fifth level of the Golden Bell Shield. Of course, there was still a long way to go before achieving perfection.

  Before his eyes, the stone gate that was rolling with demonic energy reappeared in Meng Qi's line of sight. His mood was calm and peaceful, joyful, and there was no longer any illusion appearing.

  He was content with being able to pass the fifth level and grasp the concept of "falling into the red dust".

  The stone gate slowly opened, revealing an empty peak top. Xiao Zi cheered: "I knew you could control your emotions, Master."

  Meng Qi turned around and looked at her, saying in a low voice: "Go inside."

  As soon as Meng Qi stepped through the stone gate, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, a tremor from his soul that made him want to prostrate himself in worship.

  He withstood the pressure, took a step forward, walked for over ten steps, and suddenly saw a bright light in front of him. A huge purple lightning bolt was nailed to the top of the peak, shining brightly, electric snakes dancing in the air, and the purple color was dazzling, like a fairyland.

  Meng Qi was about to ask Xiao Zi, his gaze suddenly froze, because he saw a figure slowly turning around in the center of the purple lightning.

  He wore a loose robe with large sleeves, his demeanor was relaxed and casual, his face was pale, filled with fatigue. However, on his brow there was a dark, eerie, blood-red mark that seemed to be a mixture of evil and mystery, making it difficult for people to look directly at him, similar to the carving on the Demon Lord statue, only more profound and mysterious.

  Under his feet was placed a stone monument with dragon and phoenix inscriptions.

  "Devil Master's residual soul?" Xiao Zi was so frightened that she kept backing away, and Meng Qi also couldn't help but take a step back.

  They originally thought that only the will of the demon lord remained, but unexpectedly there was something similar to a residual soul here!

  Time is fleeting, and the deceased are like this, yet he still has a wisp of lingering soul remaining?

  This kind of top-notch power, even if it's just a wisp of residual soul, even if Xia Zi turns into Gu Xiao Sang, killing the two of them would be as easy as turning over one's hand.

  The demon lord's entire body exuded an air of vicissitude, as if it were filled with the dust of years. He gazed at Meng Qi without emotion, his eyes distant and seemingly looking through him at someone else, yet also seeming to pierce through the vast expanse of time and meet the gaze of another person.

  He let out a soft sigh and said calmly:

  "You're late."

  After he finished speaking, his figure gradually became transparent and dissipated.