Time passes like a white horse galloping past a crevice. Since the Journey to the West, Buddhism has flourished, and the entire Primordial World appears to be in a state of superficial tranquility. Yet, deep within the forgotten Celestial Demon Realm, a conspiracy capable of overturning the Primordial World is quietly brewing.
Inside the Celestial Demon Realm, black mist surges and baleful winds howl, as if a sleeping giant beast is growling in the shadows. Luo Hou stands upon an altar radiating a gloomy light; clad in black robes with a cold expression, his eyes flicker with the flames of hatred. Back during the battle between the Dao and the Demon, he was defeated by Ancestor Hongjun and suppressed here by the power of the Heavenly Dao. These millennia of humiliation and resentment have been like a sharp blade, stabbing at his heart day and night. "Hongjun... Heavenly Dao..." Luo Hou whispers through gritted teeth, his voice filled with malice, "I, Luo Hou, will one day make you pay for what you have done today!"
On the altar lie nine ink-black magic beads. Their surfaces are covered in twisted patterns, as if countless wronged souls are struggling within them. Luo Hou forms hand seals and chants, drawing a powerful, evil force from within his body and injecting it into the beads. As the energy flows in, the beads begin to rotate slowly, and the black mist they emit gradually condenses into blurry figures. These figures vary in form, yet all exude a soul-chilling demonic …
Chapter 200