In the midst of chaos on the Qianlong Continent,

one of the ten realms of the lower world, the Senluo Continent.

Unlike other continents, this land is filled with the survival rule of the weak being preyed upon by the strong.

The strong live, while the weak die; there is no justice or reason to speak of.

It is precisely for this reason that this continent has become a notorious den of filth in the lower world, extremely chaotic.

Many powerful beings who have committed heinous crimes on other continents ultimately have no choice but to flee to the Senluo Continent.

The strong can live comfortably here, but the weak face a tragic fate.

At this moment, in a dark and cold hall somewhere on the Senluo Continent,

a young figure sits calmly on a bone-white throne.

Surrounded by swirling black mist, his face is obscured.

Long gray-white hair cascades to the ground, and behind him are a pair of strange black and white wings, enveloped in the energy of yin and yang.

Though his features are unclear, the pupils that faintly show seem to contain terrifying scenes of celestial beings spilling blood and divine demons falling, instilling fear in the hearts of onlookers.

He sits indifferently on the skeletal throne, exuding an extremely oppressive aura.

On either side of the throne stand figures in black robes, emanating a pressure of sanctity.

Below, a group of cultivators from the Senluo Continent gathers.

Among them are the leaders of several powerful factions, all present.

In this group, an elder in a blood-red robe steps forward, slightly cupping his hands, and cautiously says, "Great one from the Celestial Domain, may I ask why you have summoned us?"

This elder in the blood-red robe hails from the Huangquan Valley.

The Huangquan Valley is one of the top forces on the Senluo Continent.

These individuals, who were once ruthless and merciless, can only bow their heads in submission before this great one from the Celestial Domain.

Those cultivators who previously resisted have long since turned into cold corpses on the ground.

"I've heard that you've found the whereabouts of the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique?" The young man seated on the bone throne taps his fingers on the armrest, speaking coldly.

"Yes… We just received news that the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique seems to be a prodigy from the Battle Demon Hall," the elder in the blood-red robe replies, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Good, finally, someone has appeared. It hasn't been in vain that I've stayed on this continent for so long," the young man chuckles lightly and continues.

"Huangquan Valley, Shura Gate, Tian Sha Sect, I command you to destroy the Battle Demon Hall and capture that inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique for me," the young man declares.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the three sects' members change.

A middle-aged man from the Tian Sha Sect can't help but step forward, saying, "Great one from the Celestial Domain, the Battle Demon Hall is the strongest force on the Senluo Continent. Even if our three sects join forces, we would suffer great losses; it would be a fight to the death."

However, just as the Tian Sha Sect man finishes speaking,

a figure in black robes beside the bone throne reaches out a hand and smashes him into a pulp.

"Is there anyone else who opposes my decision or does not wish to obey?" the young man asks leisurely.

"N-no… we dare not…" The members of the three sects break into a cold sweat.

The Battle Demon Hall also has saints among them.

Even if the three sects join forces and manage to take down the Battle Demon Hall, they would likely suffer heavy losses.

Meanwhile, the young man from the Celestial Domain incurs no losses at all.

But the situation is stronger than the individual; they have no choice but to bow their heads.

A man from the Shura Gate, steeling himself, asks, "May I ask, great one from the Celestial Domain, if there are other prodigies from the Celestial Domain currently paying attention to the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique on the Senluo Continent?"

"If they intervene and wish to compete…"

This man does not finish his sentence, but the implication is clear.

They are all from the Celestial Domain; who could they offend?

Upon hearing this, the young man on the bone throne laughs.

It seems he has heard the funniest joke in the world.

He speaks slowly, "Rest assured, in these ten realms of the lower world, no one dares to oppose me."

"If there truly are some blind fools who wish to obstruct, you only need to say six words."

"Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Son!"

As the six words fall, a terrifying aura of slaughter and demonic energy sweeps forth!

Even some powerful beings below, whose cultivation is higher than that of the young man, feel a tingling sensation on their scalps.

Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Son!

Those remaining in the lower world do not understand the weight of these six words.

However, in the Celestial Domain, the Fallen God Palace is a force of terrifying depth.

It is rumored that this lineage is one of the sources of demonic cultivation in the Celestial Domain, with an ancient inheritance.

The Fallen God Son, as one of the most outstanding prodigies of the Fallen God Palace in this generation, does not merely boast.

In these ten realms of the lower world, there are indeed very few prodigies who dare to oppose the Fallen God Son.

"Yes, I will go handle this right away."

The members of the three sects bow and retreat, drenched in cold sweat.

Clearly, this young man from the Celestial Domain holds an astonishing identity, far stronger than those ordinary prodigies from the lower world.

After the members of the three sects leave,

the Fallen God Son leans back on the bone throne, murmuring to himself, "Back then, the Devouring God Demon Technique of the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor caused a catastrophe in the Celestial Domain. In the end, the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor was besieged, severely injured, and ultimately disappeared, leading to the loss of the Devouring God Demon Technique."

"I thought the Devouring God Demon Technique had truly become extinct. Now it seems that the Devouring Heaven Demon Ancestor, unwilling to see his demonic technique cut off from inheritance, must have strained himself to come to the lower world in his final moments, leaving behind a legacy."

"With my talent, if I can obtain the Devouring God Demon Technique, the leadership of the younger generation in the Celestial Domain will be in my hands, the Fallen God Son!"

The Fallen God Son laughs.

Everything is under his control.

On the Senluo Continent, no one from the lower world dares to oppose him, the Fallen God Son.

In the following days, the grand army led by the three sects marched towards the Battle Demon Hall.

Along the way, some prodigies from the Celestial Domain sensed something amiss and, relying on their identities from the Celestial Domain, approached to question.

However, upon hearing the six words "Fallen God Palace, Fallen God Son," all the prodigies from the Celestial Domain retreated with faces full of apprehension, not daring to cause trouble.

This gave the cultivators of the three sects a clear understanding of the Fallen God Son's identity.

On the Senluo Continent, no one dares to provoke the authority of the Fallen God Son.

This indeed instilled confidence in the cultivators of the three sects.

Clinging to this powerful ally might also be an opportunity.

Under such circumstances, the coalition led by the three sects launched a surprise attack on the Battle Demon Hall without any hindrance.

The Battle Demon Hall, as the strongest force on the Senluo Continent, naturally rose to resist despite being ambushed.

"Hand over the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique, or we will destroy your Battle Demon Hall!"

"The Fallen God Son from the Fallen God Palace has spoken; hand over the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique, or you may be spared!"

The battlefield was filled with smoke and fire, with powerful figures from the three sects shouting.

"You bastards, do you think I, the Battle Demon Hall, will submit? Impossible!" a powerful figure from the Battle Demon Hall retorted coldly.

In the midst of this chaos, a young man clad in black armor, accompanied by a blind girl and several other experts from the Battle Demon Hall, rushed towards the back mountain of the Battle Demon Hall.

The blind girl, dressed in a tight black gauze dress, has a slender figure and beautiful features, with extremely pale skin and long hair cascading over her fragrant shoulders.

Her most distinctive feature is her eyes.

Due to her blindness, they are covered by a black silk band.

"Brother, you must go quickly, don't worry about me," the blind girl says.

"Qingying, don't say foolish things. I will take you away. One day, I will make these three sects and that so-called Fallen God Son pay the price!"

The young man in black armor speaks with a voice as cold as frost, filled with hatred.

His eyes are as chilling as black holes!

This young man is the inheritor of the Devouring God Demon Technique!

At that moment, figures suddenly appear densely in the sky ahead.

Three young prodigies stand at the forefront, their auras surging.

"Huangquan Holy Son, Blood Asura, Tian Mingzi…"

The young man in black armor scans the sky, his expression icy.

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