This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 916 - 461: Ksitigarbha: I'm an Undercover Agent in the Nine Netherworld (Part 3)

The Demon Kings spoke one after another, each with earnest words and humble attitudes, but all with the same core thought—refusal.

What a joke! Inherit the Demon Emperor Claw?

That's akin to inheriting the immense entanglement between the Demon Ancestor and the Daoist Ancestor! It's equivalent to walking a path destined to be against the entire world on behalf of the Demon Ancestor! The position of the Era Lord sounds glorious, but in reality, it's a target pushed to the front line, attracting all the attention. Which one present here hasn't lived for endless ages as an old devil? How could they not understand such a calculation?

Meng Huai, seeing this, had a faint trace of disappointment flash in his eyes, then he turned his gaze to a corner of the great hall, where a figure sat with eyes closed in meditation, as if nothing in the world concerned him.

This was a Daoist clad in a blood-red robe, sitting there silently. Although emitting no breath, he gave off the feeling of being "slaughter" itself. Around him, even the swirling Demonic Qi became thin, as if fearing the invisible sharpness.

"Heavenly Killing Daoist." Meng Huai's tone became much more respectful, "You are one of the oldest Innate Demon Gods in the Nine Netherworld World, with unfathomable strength and a Dao that we can only dream of reaching. This Demon Emperor Claw, perhaps only an existence like you is qualified to inherit. What is your esteemed opinion?"

The one called "Heavenly Killing Daoist" by the name of Ming River slowly opened his eyes. What terrifying eyes they were, devoid of any emotion, only an endless Blood Sea and the eternal silence at its end.

He just lightly glanced at Meng Huai, his thin lips softly parting to utter a few words: "You can keep this good thing for yourself."

"That's right, that's right!" The other Demon Kings immediately seized the opportunity, raising a clamor, "Daoist Meng Huai, we see that you have profound depth and extraordinary wisdom, most suitable to master the Demon Emperor Claw and lead us."

"I think Bright Daoist is also a good choice, purifying the Demon Ancestor's resentment with the light of degeneration, very fitting!"

"Dark Daoist's Void Great Dao might be able to sever entanglements, making them the best candidate!"

The Demon Kings were shifting responsibility among themselves, afraid this hot potato would land on them, turning the imposing Demon King Palace into something as noisy as a marketplace in the Mortal World.

In an unnoticeable corner, a monk with a sorrowful face, dressed in a kasaya but surrounded by a faint Demonic Qi—Ksitigarbha, watched this absurd scene, a deep sense of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

'Master, Master, you sent this disciple to undercover among the Nine Netherworld to reform the demons. This is simply… a misstep!' Ksitigarbha sighed in his heart, 'These devils are as slippery as oil, not daring to assume any responsibility, let alone talking about reforming them?'

Just in the midst of all the shirking, an unyielding and domineering voice, like a sudden thunderclap, burst forth!

"Enough! A bunch of cowardly fools!"

A Demon King, towering tens of thousands of feet tall, covered in black scales, with twin horns on his head and a huge dragon tail trailing behind, suddenly stood up. His aura brimmed with violence and a desire to devour everything, known as the Lord of Demons, who proved his Dao by devouring powerful beings of the Demon Clan.

"Don't you feel ashamed as demons to pass the buck like this? Isn't it just the Demon Ancestor's entanglement? Isn't it just the Daoist Ancestor's enmity? We, who cultivate demonic paths, inherently go against the heavens, when have we ever feared these things?"

He stepped forward, causing the entire Demon King Palace to tremble, his gaze like a burning torch sweeping across everyone: "Since none of you want it, then I will take the position of Era Lord!"

"The Demon Emperor Claw is mine!"

After saying this, he ignored the other demons and walked straight to the altar at the center of the hall, sealed under layers of Demon Ban.

The Demon Kings, seeing this, at first were stunned, then their eyes flashed with a gleeful schadenfreude. Finally, someone dared to step on this mine.

Ultimately, with the "unanimous recommendation" and acquiescence of the demons, the Lord of Demons, after many trials, managed to initially subdue the Demon Emperor Claw, becoming the nominal contemporary Lord of Nine Netherworld.

However, before his enthronement ceremony could be completed, a vast, holy, immeasurably majestic aura unexpectedly tore through the barriers of the Nine Netherworld, descending outside the Demon King Palace.

This aura was extremely yang and rigid, forming the fiercest clash with the eerie demonic intent of the Nine Netherworld, like a radiant Great Sun invading the kingdom of the eternal night.

"Who dares to intrude upon my Nine Netherworld!" the new Demon Lord shouted with rage, holding the Demon Emperor Claw.

A figure clad in a Profound Gold Emperor Robe, with a Pingtian Crown on his head, walked over the void. His features were indistinct, yet naturally emanated the supreme authority of overseeing All Heavens and mastering Thunder Punishment.

"I am the Nine Heavens Thunder God, Hao Tian."

The visitor's voice was calm yet solemn, resounding throughout the Demon King Palace: "I have come today to seek the contemporary Demon Lord to discuss a matter concerning the direction of the Epoch, perhaps even… Crossing to the Other Shore."

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Inside the Demon King Palace, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

Hao Tian, ostensibly the ruler of the Heavenly Court, yet truly constrained everywhere, stood alone amidst a multitude of demons, his expression as calm as water.

The Lord of Demons, now the new Demon Lord, holding the Demon Emperor Claw that constantly emitted destruction, fixed his blood-red demonic eyes on Hao Tian, sneering, "Crossing to the Other Shore? Hao Tian, have you gone mad? You, a puppet under Heavenly Dao Order, dare to speak rashly of the Other Shore before me?"

"Precisely because I am in the game, I understand the difficulty of breaking the game, as well as the opportunity to do so." Hao Tian did not become angry, his gaze going beyond all the demons, directly at the new Demon Lord, his voice full of indescribable magic, as if elucidating some universal truth.