Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

East Continent, Ghost Alliance, Dajiang Mountain——

There is a shabby cart on the roadside, with a variety of snack stalls on it. Ghosts of all shapes and sizes gather here, sitting together like ordinary people, enjoying delicious oden, tasting the unique liquor of Oeyama, and chatting with each other about family matters.

"Hey? Look, is this real?"

A crow tengu was staring at the headline of a newspaper that was newly published this morning with a look of astonishment on his face, and his wings were flapping with excitement.

“What? Show me!”

Seeing this, a mountain boy nearby hurriedly leaned closer, widened his only eye, and read carefully word by word.

The other little ghosts also gathered around, wondering in their hearts: What kind of good news could make this usually quite steady Crow Tengu so excited?

"What--"

Before long, all the ghosts started shouting in unison. The sound was so loud that even the busy snack stand owner nearby was attracted and could not help but come forward to find out what was going on.

It turned out that the content of the newspaper headline was related to the thrilling sect battle that took place in the Babylon Desert in the Western Continent a year ago...

The shocking and heart-shaking battle lasted for three full days and three nights. Between the days and nights, countless lives were lost!

The battle line stretches for thousands of miles, starting from the Shensha Canyon in the Babylon Desert and fighting all the way to the top of the "Sky Top" hanging high in the sky!

This war involved not only humans, orcs, the Eternal Night Clan and the Weilanti Clan, but also new and old masters from various sects. The battle was so fierce and the casualties were so heavy that it was shocking! In the blink of an eye, the huge living force of the demon world was exhausted.

In this life-and-death struggle, the famous "Tang Clan" that was once prominent in both the black and white worlds and the mysterious and hidden sect "Youming" formed a deep hatred.

The unfortunate death of Tang Chuan, the leading genius of the younger generation, has left the entire Tang Sect grief-stricken. Tang Wei, who is bent on revenge, is unexpectedly cut off his arm by a sword from the female devil Galantina!

It is said that this extremely cruel woman was also seriously injured and should have died, but somehow she miraculously survived.

In the end, the fierce battle ended with the defeat of the Holy Domain. Just as the Eternal Night army was approaching, the coalition forces assembled by the Holy Domain had already fled in a panic with the help of Weilanti's warships.

In addition to Galantina, another creepy name has entered people's vision - the humanoid Weilanti who can control time, whose power is close to the peak of the Ghost King realm, named "Dark Fear".

This news is really shocking, but what is more worthy of reflection is why such a major event was suppressed for a whole year before being exposed to the public, thus attracting the attention of the whole world?

In a corner of the snack stand, next to a wooden table with only one customer seated at it, sat a tall man in a black robe and a hood covering half of his face, tasting osmanthus wine alone in silence.

Under the shadow of the hat brim, a sharp light flashed in those strange eyes.

He didn't even need to look closely, he already knew everything. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and he whispered to himself:

"Time flies. I didn't expect it would take me a whole year to recover. Now... I'm still missing something."

Swah——

His figure was like smoke in the wind, fleeting. One second he was still before my eyes, and the next moment he was just a petal floating down, drifting away with a breeze.

The Oeyama mountain range is magnificent, with peaks towering into the clouds and ridges upon ridges. It is like a huge sleeping dragon winding across the earth. The mountains are filled with mist, giving people a sense of mystery and solemnity.

When they reached the top of Mount Oe, two burly warrior ghosts suddenly drew their swords from their waists, stopped the man aggressively, and shouted angrily:

"This is the castle of Master Shuten-doji. No one is allowed to approach!"

"I'm here to look for Shuten-douji. Please tell him... that an old friend is visiting."

Before he finished speaking, the man in black robe gently lifted the hood on his head, revealing a handsome and majestic face, full of evil spirit and a bit of seductive charm. The two evil ghosts took a closer look and were immediately shocked beyond words.

"Ah! You... no, Lord Demon?!"

They immediately recognized the identity behind this face - the Demon Lord Nether Flame who had disappeared from the Demon Realm for a whole year, and also the Western Ghost Emperor of the "Netherworld" - Ying Li.

Ying Li raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and then picked up the topic and said:

"Please be patient. Please go and tell them that I want to see Master Shuten-doji."

Upon hearing this, the warrior ghost made a "please" gesture without hesitation and responded in a calm tone:

"No need to trouble yourself. My master has already told me that if it is you, there is no need to report it. You can be taken directly into the mansion!"

"Haha~ I really don't deserve such a courtesy, so I'll bother you for a bit!"

Ying Li laughed softly. However, before he could finish his words, his ghostly figure suddenly disappeared from the sight of the two ghosts.

In the depths of a quiet and secluded forest, there quietly stands a ghost castle filled with a chilly atmosphere. This ancient castle is built with huge rocks, and its overall shape is cold and solemn, giving people a feeling as if it has risen from the ground in the underworld.

The main gate of the castle was tightly closed, and the door was carefully carved with distorted and terrifying ghost faces, which made people afraid. The castle was surrounded by lush and dense forests, and occasionally there were bursts of strange and inexplicable noises, which added a bit of horror to the atmosphere.

This is the ghost castle of the legendary Ghost King of Mt. Oe—Shuten-doji.

This Ghost King is a unique existence in the Ghost Alliance. He leads an autonomous army that is neither controlled by the Ghost Alliance nor against the official Ghost Alliance. It can be said that he does not take Wang Yi, the leader of the alliance, seriously at all.

This ghost king with a distinct and unruly personality is actually a powerful general under Ying Li. To be more precise, he should be considered a subordinate of a subordinate.

Back then, Shuten Douji was very majestic, commanding the nine demon kings and their corresponding nine purple flower demon clans. These clans were powerful and supported each other, and under the nine clans, there were also many weak tribes that swore to follow him to the death.

It is worth mentioning that among the many followers of the blood clan, there is a special tribe that is quite eye-catching. The members of this tribe are complex and diverse, all from various low-level demon clans. Since it is really difficult to summarize their common characteristics, they are simply named after the hometown of their clan leader, called the "Oeyama Clan", and the leader of this tribe is the famous "Shuten Douji".

As he entered the castle, he was hit by a pungent stench of decay and strong smell of alcohol. Looking around, he saw that the walls were covered with gloomy and terrifying portraits. The colors of the pictures were dark and deep, and the composition was twisted and weird, which made people shudder. Even Ying Li couldn't appreciate it and really couldn't understand this aesthetic style.

The empty hall was in a mess, with various furniture from old times placed randomly, as if they had been roughly moved around.

The wine bottles scattered on the ground made the whole scene look chaotic, as if a grand and crazy cocktail party had just taken place here.

"Hey~ You're here? Master Yingli."

Suddenly, a sarcastic greeting came from a dark corner.

Then, a short boy with long white hair and squinty eyes slowly walked out. He was holding a wine bowl bigger than his head in both hands, with a half-smile on his face, and walked straight towards Ying Li.

"Well. Where is Shuten?" Ying Li asked expressionlessly.

In response to Ying Li's question, the strange young man named Xing Xiong Tongzi sighed helplessly, looked around the venue full of wine bottle fragments, and complained:

"Ah! These unruly guys always make the house a mess. Master Shuten-douji and Master Ibaraki-douji left just now, but they left such a mess for me to clean up! What a miserable life..."

While complaining, Xingxiong Tongzi took out a tattered broom from somewhere, threw it into the center of the venue, and let it roll on the ground.

Then, as if by magic, brooms appeared from his hands one after another and were evenly spread in every corner.

Ying Li smiled softly, then asked, "Did they tell you where they were going before they left?"

Xingxiong Tongzi was slightly stunned, with a mournful look on his face, and asked back: "Master, don't you plan to help me share some of the work?"

Ying Li raised his lips slightly and responded with a smile: "Haha~ Anyway, there are so many broom gods, and you don't need to do it yourself, so why share the burden?"

"Oh my! It's been over a thousand years. I didn't expect you would still remember us, the inferior races."

Xingxiong Tongzi felt helpless and wanted to play a joke on Yingli, but was instantly discovered. That's right, he only needed to throw the brooms out, and those "brooms" would automatically wake up and start to perform the cleaning task.

Ying Li smiled and said, "I never neglect my own people. You don't have to belittle yourselves. We are all demons, and there should be no distinction between high and low."

"Ah~ You're still the same! I'm crying~"

These "brooms" are actually "broom gods". They were once the lowest-ranking group in the demon clan. They were transformed from some of the most common objects and possessed life. They were specifically responsible for various trivial chores in the demon society.

However, since the explosion of the Devil's Heart, they also became the first to degenerate into the "ghost tribe" and have always belonged to the "Oeyama tribe".

Ying Li said helplessly: "Alright. Tell me quickly, where did they go and what happened here?"

Holding the wine bowl, Xingxiong Douji carefully poured the clear wine into another cup, then walked towards Shuten Douji's throne with steady steps.

His figure seemed somewhat lonely in the dim candlelight, and he sighed softly:

"Oh, where should I start telling this story..."

A week ago, the quiet night was broken by a sudden war. The originally peaceful Dajiangshan was attacked by the collusion of the Holy Land and the Demon Tower. The leader of this attack was a demon swordsman of the seventh level of the Ghost King Realm named Minamoto Raikou.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong, and everything was silent. They took advantage of the fact that we had just finished a meeting with the Ghost Alliance and ambushed us on our way back to Dajiang Mountain.

The incident happened suddenly, and we were completely unprepared, and they killed us by surprise. In this bloody fight, many innocent brothers were killed, and even the Ghost Alliance engineer who came to Dajiangshan to investigate and assist us in our development died.

Lord Shuten-douji and Lord Ibaraki-douji were also seriously injured in the fierce battle. If Lord Nurarihyon of the Demon Alliance had not come to their aid in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Recalling the scene at that time, Xingxiong Tongzi's heart was still filled with endless grief and sorrow.

"Could they be going to the Holy Land to seek revenge?" Ying Li asked speculatively.

Xingxiong Tongzi shook his head: "The adults are not that impulsive. They finally decided to go to the Netherworld in the northern continent and move the remaining main force to the Soul Palace. Here, we brothers will take turns to look after the house."

Ying Li agreed. This was fine. Dajiang Mountain was no longer safe, but it was his hometown after all, and he couldn't just abandon it completely.

"Hehe~ In the future, please take good care of our Dajiangshan, Lord Western Ghost Emperor~"

The Star Bear Boy rubbed against Ying Li, acting coquettishly and cutely like a little puppy.

Ying Li pushed his face away with a look of disgust and asked, "That's easy. By the way, I remember you are a know-it-all. Can I ask you something?"

The Star Bear Boy patted his chest and said, "Ha~ Just give me your orders!"

Ying Li: "Blood of the Dragon King of Life."

"This one……"

The Star Bear Boy was stunned. He obviously knew about this thing, but his face showed a trace of embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Ying Li asked.

Xingxiong Tongzi: "This, this thing... was indeed in our Dajiang Mountain before, but now it has changed hands."

"When... and in whose hands?"

Ying Li was a little depressed. Why was it so difficult to get everything he wanted?

"Master, do you know the Pyramid of Khufu?" asked the Star Bear Boy.

“Reggae…”

Ying Li thought it sounded very familiar, he must have heard of it. Oh, right -

When I first went to the Magic Tower, there was a quest reward that seemed to be… "The Key to the Pyramid of Hever"! Yes, that's it!

In fact, it was because of that mission that he met Yasanlanli. The designated target of the mission was also a member of Yasanlanli's tribe. In the end, the key was lost.

Xingxiong Tongzi continued, "It seems that you have a clue! That's easy to say. The Hefu Pyramid has another name, called "Leggai Ruins". It is the secluded place of Lord Thunder Demon King's tribe. Not long ago, Lord Thunder Demon King also came to Dajiang Mountain and exchanged that thing with a map marking the specific location of the Netherworld Altar, saying that he wanted to use it to save his own people."

"what?!"

Ying Li was shocked. He was wondering why a mere map could be exchanged for the "Blood of the Dragon King of Life"?

Unexpectedly, in addition to the Fire Demon Clan, the Thunder Demon Clan is also facing the disaster of genocide!

The Thunder Demon King was once one of the nine demon kings under his command. Ying Li couldn't stand by and watch him die. Otherwise, the Heart of the Dragon King of Life would be...

"Master! I haven't asked you how you are. I heard that you were seriously injured before?" Star Bear Boy suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Ying Li nodded and said, "Yes. Now all we need to recover completely is that thing."

"Hey? That's easy~"