Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Selena, Ma Zouri, you are my left and right arms, and from now on, the future of the Demon Realm will depend on your management."

The long street finally came to an end, and a voice transmission rang separately in the hearts of Ma Zouri and Selena as Yi Chen stepped toward the high platform that had been erected long ago.

In front of him was a huge statue of the Devil God of Justice.

Of course, enshrined within the statue was the spiritual tablet of Bai Yunzi...

Yi Chen slowly moved forward, lifted the torch that had been prepared, and threw it into the dual-eared giant cauldron placed before the statue, and suddenly a huge flame soared into the sky.

At this moment, the Holy Venerable finally turned around, facing the giant law mirror before him, and immediately raised his arm and cried out,

"Fairness! Fairness! Damn it, it's still fairness!"

"Wuhu~ Fair Demon Emperor! Fair Demon Emperor!"

"Saint Jia Loulan! Saint Jia Loulan!"

The overwhelming cheers suddenly resounded throughout the entire Demon Realm, and the terrifying sound of the ocean made the remnants of the Four Great Demon Kingdoms, who hid in the shadows and had not been found, feel frightened.

At this time, the Demon Justice National Historian, who stood behind, began to write fervently upon witnessing this scene, recording this magnificent moment.

"The Fair Demon Emperor · The Biography of Jia Loulan"

Thousands of miles in a carriage become one, what borders could the Demon Realm have? Leading a hundred thousand troops out of the red song, with strength cutting down the Demon Wolf and sweeping the rebellious, the Fair Demon Codex's divine light shines, ultimately establishing the Royal City with the Holy Venerable ascending...

Holy Venerable Jia Loulan, Lord Fair Demon Emperor, the history of the Demon Realm is clear, seeing no one before and none after.

Greatness, no need for more words.

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Having finished his business here, Yi Chen began tirelessly traveling through the transmission formations to the other three great royal cities, starting his tour, furiously making his presence known to the ordinary demonkin.

If you don't occupy some high ground, the enemy will.

The art of ruling has never been achieved by violence alone; giving an ordinary person a machine gun with a hundred rounds, without sufficient wisdom, they cannot long rule over a hundred people.

For the sake of his own long-term meal ticket, Yi Chen also put in a lot of thought.

The Demon Realm was an excellent field for trials.

If this race track could be completed, and if possible, he wanted to replicate it in the other three realms.

Although relying on his astonishing wisdom, he believed he could succeed in breaking through to the twenty-fourth level of True Technique, it's still faster with Deep Red, after all.

Besides, even if he retreated ten thousand steps, Deep Red, as an inseparable part of Yi Chengzi, and the Deep Red Points he earned by his own ability, how could it not be considered his effort?

The current strength of Yi Chengzi was all due to his own hard work!

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A day later, in a deserted small grove.

Yi Chen looked at the tall man in front of him, now with some stubble on his face, feeling somewhat complex emotions.

The tall man standing before him was Qi Longhu, whom he hadn't seen for a very long time.

He had learned from the follow-up investigation of the catastrophe at Dragon Tiger Mountain by chance that Qi Goushi had joined Dragon Tiger Mountain and even changed his name to Qi Longhu; if it were not for the portrait, he would have not known of this fact.

Well, the case was cracked.

Truly damned extraordinary; so many experts had died, yet this kid not only survived against all odds, but he also ended up in the Demon Realm, standing on the sides of the streets just yesterday to welcome him.

The scene from yesterday sent shivers down Yi Chen's spine, the impact on his heart even more startling than hearing about the Old Demon Dragon's breakthrough.

"Yi brother..."

"Stop there, Qi Longhu, we've only met a few times, we're not that close, just call me Yi Taoist," Yi Chen casually stepped back half a pace, "Longhu, how did you end up in the Demon Realm?"

Although saddened by Yi Chen's half-step retreat, Qi Longhu still rallied his spirit and began to tell Yi Chen about his experience joining Dragon Tiger Mountain and his subsequent experiences in the Demon Realm.

"So you came to the Demon Realm, were captured as a slave, were freed by the abolition of slavery and took up cotton farming, then were captured by the Eastern Demon Kingdom as a slave, and then saved again, bumping into me?"

Qi Longhu's career in the Demon Realm was not ideal or glorious, and it made Yi Chen shake his head.

"And you, Yi Taoist, how did you come to be in the Demon Realm and become Saint Jia Loulan?"

"Oh, that's simple; I came across a human race unfortunate in the Demon Realm who, before he passed away, wished for his name to terrify demons and astonish immortals, to make a noise in the Demon Realm, and I just promised him~"

"After that, I had a little friction with the Purple Winged Heavenly Wolf and that group of demonkin, so I just hammered them to death."

"Then I had a little friction with the Western Extreme Demon Country, so I took it down and promulgated the very first 'Fair Demon Codex.'"

"And then I had a little friction with the Eastern Demon Kingdom…. Never mind, I'll stop there."

The same world, different encounters, silenced them both.

The world lines eerily converged at this moment.

"Longhu, give me the bottom line, do you want to return to the Human Realm? I have a way back in half a month, and the risk shouldn't be too great." After a long silence, Yi Chen finally spoke to break it, looking at the now much rougher young man before him, a trace of compassion flashing in his heart.

After all, he was an acquaintance, also a child who had suffered; giving him a lift shouldn't be... too unfortunate, right?

"Taoist priest, Longhu... What happened to Dragon Tiger Mountain?" With eager anticipation, Qi Longhu asked the question that he most wanted to know, albeit somewhat stammeringly.

Although he knew that Dragon Tiger Mountain was bound to have been more unlucky than fortunate in that battle, no matter what, there was still a sliver of fantasy in his heart.