Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land-Chapter 917 - 35: Emperor Demon Father and Son

In the deepest part of the Emperor Demon Palace, there is a well, square at the mouth, with no sweet well water inside, only the chaotic darkness.

Even the brightest merfolk pearl in the world cannot pierce the darkness within this well, known as the Chaos Well.

This well has existed in the world for millions of years, closely tied to the prosperity of successive generations of the Emperor Demon Clan.

Only the direct blood relatives of the Emperor Demon Clan know that this well is the entrance to the Emperor Demon Palace.

Ten thousand years ago, when Emperor Demon Wu Ya sealed himself inside this well, the well tomb became still, its surface forever only floating with unclear chaos.

The once-prosperous Emperor Demon Palace, after the fall of several princes and princesses, saw three Demon Princesses escape to their respective tribes, leaving the palace desolate and cold.

Zong Shaoqing walked past the palace eaves and stood beside the Chaos Well.

In his hand, fresh blood dripped onto the Chaos Well, and as the blood mixed into the darkness, the entire well mouth began to bubble like boiling water, with ink-black chaos surging continuously.

Only the blood of the direct line of the Emperor Demon Clan can open the Chaos Well.

Without the bloodline of the Emperor Demon, not even the three Demon Princesses of the Demon Clan can set foot in the underground palace, let alone the Holy Beast Clan.

The black gas above the Chaos Well gradually dispersed, revealing a Stone Step made of polished Hanbai jade.

That Jade Rank, winding and twisting, leads to an unknown destination.

The Chaos Qi blowing from below the Chaos Well felt neither damp nor stifling.

Zong Shaoqing stepped down the stairs, and after ten steps, looking back, he saw that the entrance to the Chaos Well had disappeared.

The Hanbai Stone Steps were very long, and the initial part was chaotic; after walking nearly a thousand steps, the vision suddenly cleared.

Ancient merfolk pearls floated on either side of the steps, and with the appearance of the merfolk pearls, Zong Shaoqing saw several Emperor Coffins.

Indeed, they were Emperor Demon Coffins.

The Emperor Demon Palace is also the place where successive Emperor Demons rest.

The Demon Clan defies the heavens, unable to transform into Divines after death, forever buried within the sunless underground palace.

Each coffin of the Emperor Demon has grand and beautiful totems and the names of the Emperor Demons carved on them.

Among these coffins, Zong Shaoqing saw the coffin of the first Emperor Demon; he did not pause, expressionlessly continuing downward.

The Hanbai Stone Steps ended at the ninety-nine thousandth step, leaving no path.

Beside the last step, Zong Shaoqing saw a colossal coffin.

The giant coffin was ten meters high, five meters wide, and over twenty meters long; at the base of the giant coffin coiled four Jiao Dragons, occasionally emitting black Chaos Qi, nourishing the giant coffin.

From inside the giant coffin came a strong heartbeat.

Emperor Demon Wu Ya lay asleep within that giant coffin.

The heartbeat grew stronger, and after a millennium of recuperation, the strongest member of the Emperor Demon Clan, once feared by the Holy Beast Clan and all Divines, was about to awaken.

The Demon Clan, forever enduring, always sees powerful members emerge during times of crisis. Emperor Demon Wu Ya’s children had all withered away, their blood ties causing Ying Wuya to sense something.

Zong Shaoqing approached the giant coffin, and the four Evil Jiao immediately glared fiercely, spewing enough poisonous gas to suffocate a person.

Unperturbed, Zong Shaoqing flicked his finger, and Divine Brilliance Purple Fire dimmed the surrounding merfolk pearls.

Zong Shaoqing bore the blood of his mother, the Witch Sect, and inherited the supreme demon blood of Emperor Demon Wu Ya, having experienced ninety-nine times of body seizing, tempered ninety-nine times by the Seizing Fire, enough to devour the heavens and fill the seas.

Divine Brilliance Purple Fire, a fire of purification, is also a harbinger of destruction.

Even the Ancient Evil Jiao shrank away at the sight of such God Demon fire, not daring to act recklessly.

The fire in Zong Shaoqing’s hands did not ignite.

He gazed at the Emperor Coffin, knowing that now was the best time to kill Emperor Demon Wu Ya.

"Seize Emperor Demon Wu Ya’s Supreme Demon Body, become a true powerhouse of the two great planes, Star and Star Creation," was the final wish of the Witch Sect.

Yet at this moment, Zong Shaoqing hesitated.

From birth, he knew he could not escape the grievances between the Sky Witch Clan, Demon Clan, and Holy Beasts.

For millennia, he had silently followed his mother’s arrangements.

In public, he was a figure of the Divine Court, clear-minded; in private, he bore the name of the Sky Witch Clan’s revival as a child of the Demon Clan.

For ten thousand years, his fate followed a predetermined path without any deviation.

But today, he began to question whether everything he had done was right.

Why should he kill his brothers and fathers for the sake of a past generation, for the long-gone Sky Witch Clan? If killing the other Demonic Royal Family children was for his own survival, what then was the purpose of seizing his own father’s demon body?

Who could tell him what it was all for?

The Divine Brilliance Purple Fire in Zong Shaoqing’s hand flickered, mirroring his turbulent emotions.

With conflicting emotions, Zong Shaoqing did not immediately incinerate the underground palace; instead, he gently retracted the purple fire.

His hand rested on the giant coffin, feeling the distant, strange yet familiar heartbeat from deep within the coffin.

He vaguely remembered the man’s heartbeat.

When he was a child, before clear memories formed, he vaguely recalled being held in that man’s arms.

He remembered that heartbeat, a joyful, paternal heartbeat, the man’s open-hearted laughter still echoing in his ears.

Involuntarily, he applied force, and the heavy coffin lid was pushed open, with a rumbling sound like thunder.

Inside the coffin, the towering body lay quietly asleep.

His features were carved like sword and axe, his physique still robust. Emperor Demon Wu Ya, even after a millennium of slumber, remained the greatest king of the Demon Clan.

Suddenly, a pair of purple eyes met his gaze. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He seemed enchanted, as Zong Shaoqing beheld those eyes, almost identical to his own.

His eye color was inherited from his father, the purple of the Demon Clan Emperor.

"My demon child, the last remaining bloodline of the Demon Clan, you finally come. Did she send you to kill me?" The deep voice, like a dragon’s roar, filled his ears incessantly.

Ying Wuya, facing Zong Shaoqing, the Emperor Demon of ten thousand years ago, did so.

The four Jiao Dragons leaped into the air, transforming into four Jiao Dragon Chains, trapping Zong Shaoqing’s hands and feet.

"You have lost the perfect moment to kill me, you are no match for your mother. The Witch Sect, that heartless woman, I waited for her for millennia, yet she still refuses to let go of past obsessions. Since that is so, why should I persist? With the return of the Emperor Demon, I shall make the Four Great Planes tremble. Ninety-nine times of body seizing, Witch Sect, you taught your son well; today, I shall use your son to refine my Nine Revolutions Star Creation Technique," the Emperor Demon’s cold face alternated between anger and madness.

At the moment Zong Shaoqing pushed open the giant coffin, Emperor Demon Wu Ya awakened.

Within the underground palace, thousands of Emperor Coffins floated into the air, and thousands of Emperor Demon Evil Yin Pills circled around Emperor Demon Wu Ya like stars scattered across the sky.

Zong Shaoqing’s expression abruptly changed; he realized he had missed the best opportunity to kill Ying Wuya and had fallen into an inescapable predicament.