241: Chapter 241 You're old, you old thing, we'll meet again.

The ruins were still smoking.

Golden, black, and dark purple Devilish Qi rose from the cracks in the rubble, intertwining like a group of dying snakes making their final struggle.

Obsession of Greed lay prone on a broken stone slab, his body as transparent as a thin mist, gathering and dispersing by turns.

The Resurrection Array he had spent thousands of years preparing was destroyed, the treasures he had spent millennia collecting had collapsed, and even the tower was gone.

He gnashed his teeth in hatred, but he still had one last chance...

His obsession remained; as long as there was enough Devilish Qi to replenish him, he could still recover.

He struggled to crawl up from the rubble, his fingers sinking into the scorched earth as he propped up half his body.

His golden vertical pupils swept across the ruins, searching for any remnants of Devilish Qi he could devour.

Gluttony's, Feng Xian's... and even that brat's lust Devilish Qi, all mixed together in a mess, like a pot of burnt porridge.

He frowned; this Devilish Qi was too impure, and devouring it would only make his obsession more chaotic.

But now, he could not afford to care about that.

A voice came from the edge of the ruins.

"Isn't this Lord Greed? How did you end up in such a state?"

Greed's vertical pupils constricted sharply.

He raised his head and saw a man standing at the edge of the ruins.

The man was wearing a dark golden robe, with intricate patterns embroidered on the hem, appearing and disappearing in the faint glimmer of the Devilish Qi.

His face was handsome, but as cold as frost.

Between his brows was a condescending disdain, as if he were looking at an ant.

He stood there with his arms crossed, not releasing any aura, but the moment Greed's remnant obsession saw him, it began to tremble...

He spoke, his voice as dry as sandpaper rubbing together.

"Cough, cough, which domain are you a Devil King from? This seat can give you everything. Treasures, Cultivation Techniques, Divine Abilities, as long as you are willing to help this seat recover."

The man did not answer.

He let out a cold snort, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc of mockery.

The laughter was very soft, but it was as piercing as needles in Greed's ears.

"What are you? If that old thing were still alive, this seat might respect you a little..."

"But look at yourself, a mere remnant obsession, beaten to this state and still putting on airs. Truly pathetic."

Greed's pupils contracted sharply.

Old thing—these three words were like a key, opening a dusty door deep in his memory.

He stared at the man, carefully sensing the aura on him.

Those eyes, golden, were not cultivated through Acquired means, but were Innate, at the level of his Bloodline.

That kind of oppressive feeling that surpassed everything, he had only ever felt on one person.

His voice began to tremble: "You... you you... you are Ao..."

The man did not let him finish.

He opened his mouth.

His mouth opened to an impossible angle, like a dislocated jaw, swallowing the space in front of him into a black hole.

A massive suction force surged from the black hole, and Greed's remnant obsession had no room to resist before him.

It was not that he did not want to resist, but that he had no strength left to resist.

He had been tortured in turn by Phoenix Immortal Fire, Gluttony's Devilish Qi, and the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, and then crushed by the collapse of the Reverse Demon Tower.

Now, he could not even defeat an ordinary Devil King.

His body turned into a wisp of golden devilish smoke and was sucked into the man's mouth.

Greed let out a hiss at the last moment, his voice shrill.

"This seat is Greed! This seat is the Devil Venerable! You cannot treat this seat like this..."

The man ignored him and swallowed Greed without leaving a trace.

He even stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, as if savoring a delicious snack.

Then he burped, a trace of satisfaction appearing on his face.

"Old thing, you are old."

He looked into the distance, in the direction where Chu Sheng and Yu Rumeng had disappeared.

His golden pupils flashed with a dim light in the darkness, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into an arc, his voice soft but filled with a chill.

"We will meet again."

At the same time, the Demon Realm was turned upside down.

In the Nine Nether Palace, Palace Master Su Yousi frowned.

At the Blood God Sect's blood pool, the Sect Master, who had lived for thousands of years but appeared as a young boy, also opened his eyes.

And the Hall Master of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons had already arrived.

His speed was very fast; from the Wanmo Hall to the ruins of the Reverse Demon Tower, a distance of nearly ten thousand li, he had only used the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn.

When he landed on the ruins, his expression was even uglier than the ruins themselves.

Behind him followed several Devil Kings and Elders.

Their cultivation levels varied from Palace Building to Sea Opening, and each of them was pale and panting.

The Hall Master of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons stood on the ruins, looking at the devastation before him.

The Reverse Demon Tower had collapsed.

It was not gnawed down; it had exploded from the inside out.

He squatted down, pinched a pinch of golden powder from the rubble with his fingers, and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

Greed's aura, very faint, as if it had existed here and then disappeared.

He also pinched a pinch of black ash, the remnants of Gluttony.

There was also a wisp of dark purple Devilish Qi carrying the aura of lust.

He frowned; this Devilish Qi was very unfamiliar, not belonging to any Devil King in the Demon Realm.

"Hall Master..."

An Elder whispered a reminder, "The devil lamps of the four Devil Kings—Di Sha, Hundred Eyes, Blue Flame, and World-Mixing—have all gone out."

The Hall Master of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons did not respond.

His gaze fell on the largest stone slab in the center of the ruins.

A line of text was carved on the stone slab, half of which had been smashed away by rubble, but the remaining part could still be seen: "heart of greed, Core of the Reverse Demon."

He reached out and touched the carvings; the temperature of the stone slab was very cold, but there was a residual warm aura on the edges of the carvings.

His pupils constricted sharply.

He stood up and turned to face the Elders.

There was no expression on his face, and his voice was as flat as if he were talking about something insignificant: "Today's events must not be spread. Violators will be executed."

The Elders looked at each other, none of them daring to speak.

The Hall Master of the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons added, "The Demon Realm is about to change. Go back and keep your people in check."

He took a deep look into the distance, and then his figure disappeared above the ruins.

The few Elders did not dare to stay long and followed suit.

The ruins returned to silence, with only the hissing sound of Devilish Qi churning among the rubble.

In a cave a thousand li away, Chu Sheng sneezed.

He rubbed his nose and muttered.

"Who is talking about me?"

He thought to himself: Could it be that Yue Jianli and the others are missing me? Or is that old thing Greed cursing me? Whatever, the tower has collapsed anyway, and the treasure is in hand.

Yu Rumeng leaned against the cave wall with her eyes closed, regulating her breath, ignoring him.

Feng Wa's Physical Body lay quietly in the corner, and the mysterious ring on Chu Sheng's finger glowed faintly.