The First Demon of the Chan Sect

The sea floor of the silent Sea of Death God, already in ruins and destroyed, was eerily quiet, almost to the point where a pin drop could be heard.

"Hmm, Jiang Shang, huh? That's a pretty good name!" Long Xuhu muttered softly. When he looked at Li Qingming, however, he found his face filled with surprise, his mouth agape as if he could swallow an ostrich egg whole.

Li Qingming was dumbfounded, and so was Yin Xi. After a long moment, both of them jumped up, their imposing auras swelling out and pressing down on Jiang Jili together, saying, "What? What did you just say? Your father is Jiang Shang, Jiang Ziya? The same Jiang Shang, Jiang Ziya who issued the decree to mobilize all the forces of Great Zhou to crusade against Yin Shang during the Divine Enthronement?"

Although he was puzzled why Li Qingming, this reincarnation of death, would be so surprised, his instinct told him that if he did not answer carefully, he would die a horrible death.

So, Jiang Jili carefully swallowed his saliva and whispered, "Yes…"

"Is your father from Pangu's Great Thousand World? Is he from the First Epoch or the Second Epoch?" Yin Xi continued to press the question.

Jiang Jili thought seriously for a moment, then honestly replied, "Both my father and I come from the Pangu's Great Thousand World of the First Epoch!"

"That matches the record!" Upon hearing this, Li Qingming slapped his palm and exclaimed, "No wonder I felt that there was Yuqing True Essence mixed in this fellow's being. Jiang Ziya is a Chan Sect Disciple, naturally he practiced the Yuqing Great Method! Unexpectedly, Jiang Ziya has also come to the Central Heaven World..."

After a moment of reflection, Li Qingming grabbed Jiang Jili, stared into his eyes and said, "Your father only has one son like you, right? There must be a special and effective way of contacting each other between you two! Send a rescue message to your father quickly, and lure him to the Sea of Death God!"

Jiang Jili paused, then began to struggle violently, saying, "Don't even think about it! You might as well kill me now, I will not endanger my father!"

He wished he could send out a distress signal to Jiang Ziya, but he was terrified of the Cultivation levels of Li Qingming and the others. Since they asked him to send out a signal, they must be confident in being able to deal with both father and son in one fell swoop.

If he could stall a bit longer, when they triggered the environmental protection of the Suppressing Water Prison, his father would naturally be aware. By then, having made full preparations with an army at the ready, would he really fear these mere Saints and sub-saints?

With this thought, Jiang Jili struggled even more violently, relying solely on his physical body to punch and kick Li Qingming. His attacks were chaotic and without any pattern.

Li Qingming saw the well-hidden fear and panic in Jiang Jili's eyes, and then handed him over to Long Xuhu and Man Niu, saying, "Teach him a lesson. Make him 'voluntarily' trigger the distress signal and lure Jiang Ziya over! And, don't let the kid die!"

"Hehe, sure thing, Brother Li (Senior Brother)! We'll make sure he complies nicely!" Man Niu and Long Xuhu exchanged an excited glance, letting out a strange, wicked laugh.

"Brother Man Niu, do you want to go first or should I?" Long Xuhu stroked the increasingly rounded Dragon Horns on top of his head and said with a smile.

"Cut the crap, you've had your fun just now, it's my turn!" Man Niu, like a hoodlum, pushed Long Xuhu to the side and turned to Jiang Jili, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a radiant smile, "Are you ready?"

Jiang Jili, whose eyes were extremely sharp, knew no good could come from Man Niu's gleaming teeth and ferocious expression. He hurriedly said, "Forget it, I won't tell you a single word!"

"Hehe, I hope you can still say the same in a bit!" Man Niu smiled, flicked his right thumb and middle finger lightly, and a bright red glimmer of light shot out from his fingertips, plunging straight into Jiang Jili's body.

"Aaah~~~"

Blood-colored specks penetrated his body, and Jiang Jili let out a sudden, agonizing scream. A streak of blood flashed through the sea of his Primordial Spirit, and his entire body convulsed as if struck by thunder, the pain causing him to twitch and collapse to the ground, drenched in cold sweat as if it were seeping out like wine must.

A Sub-Saint Peak powerhouse on the verge of Instantly Become a Saint, was being tormented by a cultivator several minor realms below him to the point of wishing for death that wouldn't come. Clutching his head, he rolled over and over on the ground, letting out shrill, pitiful wails.

Li Qingming and the others watched with cold indifference as Jiang Jili struggled and howled in agony, nearly fainting from the excruciating pain. But every time he was about to pass out, Long Xuhu, who was well-versed in the Power of Life Law, would chuckle and inject a thread of the Power of Life Law into him, reviving him with vigor.

"Ah… Bastards, sons of bitches… You… You despicable scoundrels… Ah… It's killing me…"

Jiang Jili, immersed in severe pain, initially spewed endless filth and abuse; later, the cursing turned into painful shrieks…

And now, after a quarter of an hour had passed, Jiang Jili with more inhales than exhales, screamed unconsciously and collapsed into unconsciousness.

Long Xuhu walked over to Jiang Jili and transferred a thread of the Power of Life Law to him, then patting his swollen face, said, "Hey, wake up!"

The intense pain ravaging Jiang Jili's body suddenly subsided, and he lay on the ground gasping for air with a gaze full of terror and regret as he looked at Li Qingming.

"Are you going to concede? If not, we'll resort to Soul Torture!" Li Qingming kicked Jiang Jili and said again.

Jiang Jili was unrecognizable from his original appearance. With his head swollen to five times its normal size, he nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, my lord!"

…

Beneath Mount Olympus on All Gods Star, stood a beautifully crafted golden tower nearly hundreds of thousands of feet tall. At the apex of the tower, a diamond-shaped crystal stone flickered with multicolored brilliance, radiating scorching energy.

This tower, known as Rosta, imprisoned the deposed first generation and second generation gods of the Titan World.

As the former King of Gods, Zeus was a failure!

Like his father, the Sky God Uranos, he went from familial discord to being stripped of his divine powers and Divine Status. What infuriated him the most was that it was not the Sea God Poseidon who deposed him and claimed the throne of Divine King, but his own son, the Sun God Apollo.

Zeus had hoped that Apollo would save him, only to be ruthlessly rejected.

With a bleak expression, he looked at the young man dressed in a gold God King's Robe, handsome beyond measure, and spoke in a feeble voice, "Apollo, do you still not plan to let me out of this tower?"

"Impossible!" Apollo glanced at Zeus emotionlessly, his voice cold as icy daggers.

"Why, why?" Zeus erupted with emotion, shaking the golden metal cage inscribed with mysterious runes, and bellowed, "Among my many sons and daughters, I valued you the most. Why do you still restrain me?"

Apollo stared at Zeus coldly and remained silent.

After a long pause, Zeus sunk back into silence and said weakly, "Alright, tell me… what do you want this time?"

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