The coffin lid was lifted, and Mo Shan was moved to tears.

For nearly a thousand years, the four great ancestors of the Ancient Demon Clan had been resurrected one by one. The Demon Clan... had hope for a revival!

BOOM!

A colossal figure rose from the Ice Crystal Coffin, its body so huge that it seemed to touch the sky!

The tribulation clouds thundering high above East Sea City unleashed countless bolts of Heavenly Thunder, each one dozens of feet thick.

The massive figure burst into wild laughter. "Ten thousand years ago, I, Mozhan, survived even under the hand of The Supreme Emperor. What can this puny tribulation do to me? Break!"

Mozhan was worthy of his title as the chief of the three thousand Demon Generals.

With a single punch, he blasted the tribulation clouds into nothing but smoke!

"This planet is barren, but it has a small Dragon Vein. It can barely serve as our main base. You—did well." Mozhan's body was enormous. With his upper body bare, his rugged muscles made him look exceptionally fierce as he spoke to Mo Shan with approval.

"Ancestor!" Mo Shan said excitedly, "Ancestor, I beg you to save me! There's... there's an Immortal Venerable here!"

Mozhan froze.

He cast a suspicious glance at the young man beside Mo Shan, and the nightmarish battle from ten thousand years ago began to flash over and over in his mind.

Is it him? Impossible. Absolutely impossible! It must be that I opened the coffin the wrong way, causing a heart demon to appear… Yes. This is the Heart Demon Tribulation! What a laughable Heavenly Tribulation, to use such a petty trick.

"Ancestor, his name is Xu Lai! He's just an Immortal Venerable, yet he dared to disrespect our Ancient Demon Clan! I beg you, Ancestor—kill him!" Mo Shan cupped his fist respectfully and shouted. At the same time, he shot Xu Lai a cold sneer. "Ancestor Mozhan has a violent temper. You're done for…"

Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Shan suddenly heard the coffin lid move. Turning, he saw Mozhan lying back down in the Ice Crystal Coffin and closing the lid again.

"..."

Mo Shan was stunned. What is the Ancestor doing? He should hurry up and kill Xu Lai, then conquer the world, unify the Solar System, and let the Ancient Demon Clan rise again to its former glory!

Inside the coffin, Mozhan kept muttering, "Deep breath... inhale... exhale... good. He should be gone now..."

Mozhan carefully opened the coffin lid and poked his head out. He was as cautious as a child stealing candy, a far cry from the terrifying, world-destroying might he had displayed earlier.

But Xu Lai was still there.

Not only was he there, he even smiled. "Long time no see."

Ten thousand years ago, you didn't know me, and I didn't know you; we were strangers. Ten thousand years later, the world has changed so much. Mozhan must be thrilled to see an old acquaintance upon waking. This... this is fate!

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

Mozhan yanked his head back inside. His heartbeat grew more rapid and loud, the frantic rhythm echoing across the sky over East Sea City.

Mozhan was on the verge of a total breakdown. How could it be Xu Lai? How could it be Xu Lai, the number one person in the entire Universe?!

"Ancestor!" Mo Shan yelled anxiously. "What in the world are you doing? Ancestor, make your move! Xu Lai is just an Immortal Venerable!"

An Immortal Venerable. Just? You, a mere Little Golden Core, where do you get the nerve to say that…

Mozhan's feeble voice drifted out from within the coffin. "Mozhan is dead. If you have business with him, burn some paper offerings…"

Mo Shan was baffled. That's not right. Something is very strange.

Suddenly realizing something, Mozhan roared in anger, "Mo Shan, I never thought you'd be a traitor! You've betrayed our clan and sided with the Heavenly Court! You deserve to die!"

Mo Shan: ???

He was completely loyal to the Ancient Demon Clan! He had shed blood and sweat, hiding his identity in this remote Star System for over a hundred years. For what? To destroy the Heavenly Court and revive his clan! How could he be a traitor?!

SNAP.

Xu Lai snapped his fingers, and the Ice Crystal Coffin instantly shattered.

The infamous Mozhan, renowned for tens of thousands of years, was revealed curled up in a ball in midair, hugging his legs. He stared blankly at the sudden explosion of his coffin, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"Come on down. Let's catch up," Xu Lai said with a light chuckle.

"Y-yes, sir…" Mozhan didn't dare refuse. Nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, he quickly descended to the ground. The nearly three-meter-tall man knelt before Xu Lai, his face a mask of sorrow.

This scene made Mo Shan cry out in anguish, "Ancestor, you are the backbone of our Ancient Demon Clan! How can you kneel so easily? Our clan's creed says, 'The Ancient Demon Clan bows to neither heaven nor earth,' let alone to a mere human!"

"Insolence! This is The Supreme Emperor Qingfeng!"

THUD.

Terrified, Mo Shan also dropped to his knees, sweat pouring down his face. He stammered, "The... The Su-Supreme Em-Em-Em-Em-Emperor..."

He passed out before he could finish the title, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

"See? You've scared the poor child," Xu Lai said helplessly.

At three hundred years old, Mo Shan was no different from an infant in front of the hundred-thousand-year-old Xu Lai.

Mozhan quickly sent a stream of Spiritual Energy to revive Mo Shan. But when Mo Shan came to, he kept his eyes squeezed shut, not daring to open them…

Mozhan: "..."

What an unworthy descendant! Not a single shred of backbone!

At the same time, Mozhan adjusted his kneeling posture to be even more proper, staring down at the bluestone pavers. He didn't dare to look Xu Lai in the eye, not even daring to glance at his shoes.

Unbothered by the dirty ground, Xu Lai sat on the bluestone next to Mozhan. He took out two jars of liquor from his Storage Space, handed one to Mozhan, and opened the other for himself.

"This is what you all found in the Demon Clan's treasury. The Hundred Thousand Year Fine Brew." Xu Lai smiled. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

The hand Mozhan used to hold the jar trembled slightly. He said with a bitter voice, "This wine is called A Drunken Life, A Dream of Death… hahaha, if this is all a dream, then what does it matter if I die!"

Right then and there, not caring whether he lived or died, Mozhan tilted the jar back and drank it all in one go, his expression filled with a bold, unrestrained spirit.

Buoyed by the alcohol, he seemed to glimpse the splendor of the Ancient Demon Clan from eons ago.

Half an hour of silence passed as the two men drank, not a word spoken between them.

"The Supreme Emperor, the liquor is gone."

Mozhan smashed the jar on the ground. He stood up, no longer kneeling, and laughed heartily. "I fled ten thousand years ago, but not because I feared death."

"I just thought that I had to leave an Immortal Venerable behind for our clan. Otherwise, in the Immortal Domain, the other powers would have gnawed our remaining clansmen down to the bone. But now, I regret it. So…"

Mozhan roared to the heavens, "Mozhan, Commander of the Three Thousand Demon Generals of the Ancient Demon Clan, today—I challenge you to battle, The Supreme Emperor!"

"Battle!"

"Battle!"

"Battle!"

His voice was like thunder, exploding across the sky.

At that moment, three thousand phantom figures appeared behind Mozhan. They were the lingering wills of the three thousand Demon Generals of old, every single one of them at the Celestial Venerable Realm.

They beat their war drums and shouted in unison, "Battle! Battle! Battle!"

Mozhan gripped his long spear, his aura instantly consolidating to its peak. He burned his life essence, spirit, and longevity, and even utilized a clan Secret Technique.

His Boundary soared to the Great Perfection of the Immortal Venerable realm, just half a step away from becoming a Quasi-Emperor.

Xu Lai looked at Mozhan deeply and gave a calm nod.

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