Rebirth of a Thousand Years: Entering the New Demonic World

"Surrender! All the demon lords are dead! You fire demons have no chance of winning when surrounded by our army!"

In the east of Youyuan City, the Fire Demon King led the entire Flame Demon Clan in a desperate battle with several coalition forces, and he volunteered to stay behind to cover their retreat.

Just when the Fire Demon King himself felt that he could not win this battle, a fragment burning with purple flames fell from the sky between the general who tried to persuade him to surrender and himself. A large amount of magic power swept through the Fire Demon King's body, causing him to return to his peak state instantly after being about to be defeated.

Holding the fragments in both hands, he saw at a glance that these were the fragments of Ying Li's favorite sword, and the aura and power of Ying Li were still retained on them.

He pondered the falling fragments for a moment and suddenly realized something, which rekindled his fighting spirit. He held the fragments high and directed the magic power to sprinkle on the entire army of fire demons fighting bloody behind him, and suddenly laughed:

"Demon Lord Ying Li is not dead! He is alive, he is still alive in some way! The empire will prosper forever! The demon race will live forever! My Flame Demon race has only one home, and that is the Abyss! Soldiers of the demon race, take up your weapons!!"

"For the demons!"

The morale of the various demon tribes that were still fighting here increased greatly. The shouts of killing shook the earth and rose one after another. Although they were outnumbered, no one admitted defeat. There was only one thought in their minds:

Either victory or death.

At this time, the abyss was filled with an increasingly restless heat energy, which kept boiling and expanding, and visible magical turbulence was overflowing and flying.

Several thunder-like magical energies burst out from the surface of the earth, spraying in all directions, destroying and shattering all the buildings and landforms they passed by. At this moment, the sky was changing rapidly and strange phenomena appeared one after another. The earth collapsed into rifts, burying all things on the ground into the abyss.

Earth-shattering explosions rang out one after another in the sky above the Abyss, and a torrent of magic swept across the world along countless cracks. The entire Abyss was like a huge volcano, spewing the uncontrollable energy in its body to the ends of the earth.

Earthquakes and tsunamis continued, and the entire Demon Continent gradually fell apart under the increasingly violent explosions. Half of the abyss sank into the sea, and the other half moved to the east.

At this moment, no one coveted the magic power of the demons anymore, because the magic power had already been floating all over the sky in the form of elemental particles with the wind and rain. All living things on the earth breathed in the air mixed with countless magic elements and bathed in the most precious nectar in the world.

The ultimate goal of all invaders was failure. Although the Demon Empire was destroyed, after the Demon Heart exploded, the magic power floated to all parts of the world. Now the purest magic power will not belong to any one party. Everyone in the world will have the opportunity to practice magic, and an era of universal magic practice is coming.

After an unknown amount of time, the original location of the Abyss turned into a foggy sea. There were only countless small islands and reefs left, as well as the corpses of some huge monsters floating on the water. All passing creatures or ships and planes would be trapped in the fog, lose their way, and eventually swim to death.

Several years later, a ragged, battered, white-haired girl climbed onto a reef, clutching a roll of soaked parchment in one hand, the pattern and text on it still retained their original appearance;

In the other hand, he held a fragment of a magic sword wrapped in rags, on which one could see some of its original exquisite decorations, as well as the restless purple demonic energy.

Her skin was sickly pale, her lips were cracked and bloodless, she no longer looked like a living person. Any creature that dared to come to this sea of ​​death must have given up on life.

"Ying... Li. You, you are not... dead, right? I... believe you... are still alive, wait..."

She spoke the last words of her life in a hoarse voice. With a mouthful of blood that had been accumulating in her chest for a long time spurting out, this young life came to an end in this era.

The blood was absorbed by the words on the parchment, dyeing the black color red, but did not affect the color of the paper. Then a huge wave came and submerged the entire reef and the girl's body into the abyss.

At the same time, in an exquisite sarcophagus in the dark world, a few wisps of blood mist appeared, intersected with an immature flower seed, and a streak of blood fell on its lavender outer wall.

After the catastrophe, the landmasses of the Demon Realm were scattered and separated. Various forces occupied their own hilltops and divided their own territories. The world changed drastically...

Thousands of years later, the Ghost Alliance of East Continent——

This is an entertainment city full of bright lights and wine. Colorful neon lights constantly stimulate the optic nerves of people passing by. All kinds of decadent entertainment activities such as eating, drinking, whoring and gambling are spread all over the streets and alleys, constantly eroding people's wallets and spirits.

In a dark alley, a few hooligans gathered to cause trouble. Among them were a human, three orcs, a troll, and a ghost.

The ghost race is a new race born after the catastrophe. They are the degeneration of the demon race. After they lost the magical nourishment of the devil's heart, their original bodies and magic power mutated. From the outside, they look like terminally ill humans, and some are monsters with deformed bodies.

The human youth and the ghost girl seemed to be together. Relying on their certain martial arts and magic skills, they fought a group of thugs to a draw, but soon two groups of people appeared at both ends of the alley.

"Humph! No matter how powerful you are, it's useless. We have plenty of helpers. Hand over that thing if you know what's good for you!"

The bald troll in the lead slapped the wooden stick in his hand, staring at the wounded human youth and shouting. The girl behind him held a wooden box tightly in her hands, and a few wisps of glowing smoke were floating around her. This was her means of self-protection.

The man had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were sharp and his temperament was extraordinary. Although he was at a disadvantage and covered in wounds, his determination was undiminished. He shouted sternly:

"Impossible. You can kill me, but don't even think about this!"

As they were talking, the two sides started fighting again. One punch is no match for four hands. Even if the two were very powerful, they could not handle so many people. Just when the young man was about to be hit on the head, the girl flew forward and wrapped the two men with the ghost energy around her.

The girl's ability changed the way the stick was applied, dispersing the force throughout the body so that there was no bleeding from the head. The two of them rolled and crawled into the base of a wall. The wall was already in ruins, and after this collision, a chain reaction occurred, and the entire small bungalow collapsed.

When the gangsters got closer, they found a bottomless well under the ruins. The two men seemed to have fallen in and their lives were in danger.

With a crisp "ding dong" sound, something sharp touched something solid, as if something was activated. In an instant, the monstrous demonic energy surged up, forming a vast ocean of energy that swallowed up a piece of metal debris.

The purple light curtain dispelled the darkness, and this place turned out to be a sea of ​​colorful flowers. A beautifully crafted sarcophagus was placed in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers. A sharp blade stood upright on the mouth of the coffin, like a weapon fragment.

The mouth of the coffin exploded, revealing a purple and gold Epiphyllum. As the Epiphyllum bloomed, demonic energy surged into the sky. A hilt with a broken blade appeared in the air, and it perfectly attached the fragment to its own broken blade.

Then the energy waves in the sky condensed into flames, forming a vortex around the blooming Epiphyllum, and a ray of red light flashed briefly above the vortex.

Two outsiders cowered under a huge green leaf and watched everything quietly. They were the man and the ghost who accidentally fell into the deep well during the fight.

They only remembered that they did not fall on the hard ground, but kept falling down, and were finally dragged by a gentle force. After a period of unconsciousness where all five senses were lost, they came here.

The wooden box in the girl's arms gave the two people permission to enter this secret place. The fragment was the thing in the box. It sensed the familiar breath and flew out on its own to the top of the coffin, causing this magnificent scene.

In the blink of an eye, all the noise on the field disappeared. Two powerful lights, one red and one blue, flashed by, causing the two men to shudder. When they looked up, they saw a pair of evil eyes that looked down upon the world.

The man was sitting on the core of the flower. His body was similar to that of an adult human male, with a gill opening on each side of his neck and a long pointed tail on his back. The flames around his body were focused into scattered lavender petals floating around him, like decorations.

His black hair, mixed with flower dew, was smooth and soft, with a hint of purple in it, and the hair reached from the tip to the brow and back to the shoulders. His imposing face was filled with an innate evil and cold arrogance.

The nine-foot-tall figure is tall and straight, his muscles are not strong but have angles. He looks very well-proportioned and toned, and every inch of his skin is as flawless, smooth and delicate as a newborn baby's.

What is he? This is the question that arises in the minds of the two onlookers. He is neither a human nor an animal nor a ghost, nor an elf, troll, or goblin. Could he be a demon that has disappeared for thousands of years?

The broken sword fell into the man's left hand, and he squeezed it hard, and layers of demonic energy spread out. A hint of joy flashed across his cold face, and a wave of energy surged on his body.

He stepped over the coffin and strode towards the two creatures that were not plants. Every step he took was silent but exuded the aura of dominating the world, making the flowers and plants on both sides bow their heads in despair. This was a deep suppression from his blood genes. He was the king of this plant kingdom.

The remaining magic power trapped in this inch of land turned into pieces of petals and fell on his body, condensing into a black robe that was a combination of dark gold armor and black fabric, with lifelike flame patterns outlined on it, as mysterious and noble as he was.

"Ying Li."

The man spoke. His voice was cold, indifferent, feminine and sharp, like a plant that can make sounds, without any emotion.

"Hello. I am Binghe, an explorer from the Eternal Night Empire, and this is Miss Miaomiao from the ghost clan." said the human youth.

Ying Li, this name, like the demon race, was forgotten, buried, and tabooed by the world. The two people in front of them had lived for less than half a century at most, and they only felt a little strange about this name.

But they both felt an elusive intimacy from each other. The black hair was exactly the same as theirs, and the facial bone proportions seemed to be from the same race.

Although she was not half as handsome as Ying Li, they were still a perfect match. However, the ghost girl looked a little sinister, with most of her face covered by her long hair, but her appearance was still visible to Ying Li's sharp eyes.

He saw a sense of familiarity on the face of the girl who brought him the fragment. She was not related to him at all, but she was entrusted with the important task of escorting the "fragment".

"May I ask... who are you, Lord Ying Li? Or what happened to you? Ah! It's okay if it's not convenient to tell you." Seeing Ying Li fell into deep thought, Bing He asked cautiously.

A gleam of light flashed across Ying Li's scarlet and dark blue eyes, and scenes of memories flashed through his mind.

"I am from the Purple Flower Demon Clan of the Demon Empire..."

Thousands of years ago, the Demon Empire, which dominated the demon world, encountered an unprecedented catastrophe, and the powerful Purple Flower Demons also disappeared into history.

The Demon Supreme was forced by powerful enemies who coveted magic power to detonate the Demon Heart, preventing all invaders from monopolizing the Demon Heart. It also allowed all things in the world to be bathed in fragmented demonic energy, and opened an era of magic cultivation for all the people.

The old enemies should have taken root in various parts of the demon world by now. The demon clan’s mountains and rivers are shattered, and their scattered people are drifting to other places. The five great demon lords, demon kings of various clans, and allies such as humans, vampires, and night elves are unknown.

The dark magic power on his body was wrapped in every corner of his body, but the quality was as thin as paper. The purple-black magic fire was erratic in his heart. It was the general outline of the magic skill he practiced, "Nether Flame Art". Fortunately, this basic skill was still there, and everything was fine.

At the cost of his physical body and a thousand years of magic power, Ying Li activated the "Heavenly Sacrifice and Reincarnation Method" when the Devil's Heart exploded, and re-experienced the process of pollenization, flowering and fruiting, and ascending to become a demon. Today, a thousand years later, he was reborn.

He did not intend to reveal all these secrets. He only told the two that he had been in seclusion for a thousand years and was able to come out today.

At the same time, a thought followed by an invisible red thread came to his mind. It was the promise he made to a beautiful woman before parting a thousand years ago. Ying Li felt that she was still alive, and he must fulfill his oath in this life.

"Come with me and find the remaining fragments of my former power."

Ying Li glanced at the broken sword in his hand. The sword was called "Eclipse", and it was the magic sword that had accompanied him in battles for a thousand years. When he was dying, he stored part of his power into the sword. The Eclipse sword, which was unable to bear the vast magic power, exploded into seven pieces and flew all over the world. This also made it impossible for those who coveted Ying Li's relics to gain any benefit.

As an explorer, Binghe is a wandering person, and he gladly accepted Yingli's invitation. Miaomiao was ordered to return the fragments of the magic sword found in an ancient site to the headquarters, but unexpectedly found the owner of the magic sword by accident, so she had to go with him.

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a gate built by two ancient trees and old vines. On both sides, there is a row of old trees forming a circle of natural city walls. In the center of the gate is a stone tablet with the three words "Mirage Forest" engraved on it.

Mirage Forest is the name of this sea of ​​flowers. The luminous plants that were once responsible for lighting, such as the Night Queen, Star Chrysanthemum, Crystal Orchid, etc., extinguished their own lights here when Ying Li fell into the coffin, making this place difficult to be discovered. In order to protect Ying Li who was waiting to be resurrected, this protection lasted for a thousand years.

Ying Li knew all this, of course. This was nature's protection for him. The moment he stepped out of the land, he suddenly turned back and bowed deeply to the stone tablet with the three characters "Mirage Forest" engraved on it. A cool breeze blew in the Mirage Forest, and petals of different colors floated past Ying Li, as if bidding farewell to the king of flowers who was carrying a heavy responsibility.

Outside the Mirage Forest was originally a deep woodland filled with miasma. Now this piece of pure land is sunk deep into the earth. Outside the gate is an abandoned underground circulation system and a layer of magic barrier, which prevents outsiders from seeing the true appearance of this place. It seems that someone is deliberately concealing the existence of this place.

The tall and strong Ying Li walked in the front, while Bing He and Miao Miao walked on the left and right behind him like followers. Looking at the tall and strong back, Bing He, who was only about 1.8 meters tall, felt deeply inferior.

None of the three spoke during the journey. Ying Li kept thinking about the future in his mind, while the other two were as quiet as frightened little rabbits, not daring to interrupt the thoughts of this powerful creature.

Miaomiao is considered a highly respected ghost among the ghost clan, and is even more of a terrifying and capricious killer in the eyes of humans. But in front of the Demon Lord Yingli, she is no different from a kitten or a puppy.

After a while, a noise was heard at the end of the road. Binghe picked up the telescope on her chest and saw that it was the group of thugs who were entangled with each other.

"Oh no, those people are here to snatch the fragments. I suggest we retreat and deal with them." Binghe said hurriedly.

Ying Li raised his hand to signal not to panic. Facing the aggressive crowd, he raised his left arm with five fingers spread out, and inserted the Eclipse vertically into the ground. The stone brick floor rippled in circles like water waves.

"The first move of the Netherworld Sword Technique: Blade Tide."