On the helicopter, the energy shield fell like a blanket, and the mithril cannon followed suit.

'Jiu Xun' let out a roar of anger, scattered into countless Shadow pieces, and drilled into the rust-colored plant crevices, revealing his true nature. He was not the true demon king who had once faced death with unparalleled arrogance.

The Barrier Net of the Bureau not only interfered with his movements, but also artificially attracted lightning, while at the same time, the power belonging to the witch heavenly demon of his body was increasingly out of control, and was about to give him a backlash. A rust-coloured vine even swung over without distinguishing between friend and foe, almost tearing apart one of his clones.

Meanwhile, his body could no longer withstand the battle between the three heavenly demons and the Vermilion Bird's fire. The clones were forced to merge back into one, cracks showing from his chest and abdomen, and white flames spewed out from the wound.

The real leader of the True Nature Sect, who had caused a great commotion, angrily turned his head to look for Gong Chenggong, who had given him this bad idea in the first place.

He was awakened from his slumber by a voice and found himself in a withered tree when he opened his eyes. After enduring thunderstorms for a thousand years, he gradually regained consciousness and remembered that he was a demon king.

He had always believed that he was a hero trapped in a desperate situation. Hundreds of years ago, he had appeared in the dreams of the first group of worshippers of the Thunder Mountain God Tree in the Tree Temple, making them the earliest followers of the True Nature Sect.

However, his consciousness was intermittent as the Chiyuan's strength fluctuated.

It wasn't until ten years ago that the last Fire-keeper was born, and his bone seal was loosened. He felt an unprecedented lightness on his body, opened his eyes, and found that the deserted village around him had turned into the Bureau.

The first person to approach him was Gong Chenggong. This mortal with diluted bloodline had a strong desire to become a demon and sought refuge with him, presenting the Heaven and Earth Cauldron of Biquan Mountain and the remains of Vermilion Bird as a gift.

Although the position of the Director of the aftermath department seemed insignificant, it was actually quite useful.

Luo Cuicui was a fool, and Gong Chenggong was a tool.

However, the "tool" Gong Chenggong stood ten meters away from him, holding an umbrella and watching him. He had a reserved smile with his chin up, cunning and eerie, before he disappeared from his sight.

It wasn't until now that 'Jiu Xun' finally realized that this might have been a scam from beginning to end.

The veins on his neck almost burst out: "How dare you deceive me -"

His anger didn't have the time to be vented for too long.

His body couldn't withstand the power of the fighting heavenly demons and exploded, leaving him no time to even pick up his own heart that had fallen to the side. The Barrier Net of the Bureau formed a large net, firmly trapping him in the middle.

Gong Chenggong, who had disappeared, appeared on the mountain rock, holding his hands up in a gesture of pulling a bow and shooting an arrow, pointing at the chest of his former 'master'.

Xiao Zheng on the helicopter breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Dan Lin, saying, "Fortunately, the equipment brought by the Storm forces..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Dan Lin's face suddenly changed, and the abnormal energy alarm on the helicopter blared, causing the helicopter to shake violently.

Dan Lin said, "Jump!"

As she spoke, she flung a paper kite with one hand and pulled Xiao Zheng down with her. The kite paper grew dozens of times larger in mid-air, catching them like a magic carpet, while at the same time, the helicopter was hit by some kind of powerful energy and disintegrated in mid-air!

The demon that exploded was entangled by the Chiyuan flames and started falling into the Chiyuan Grand Canyon.

It was like a celestial fire, ready to reignite the Chiyuan.

This was also the obsession of his master before he died.

Suddenly, Sheng Lingyuan at the foot of the Biquan Mountain opened up his sea of consciousness, and countless Echo Sounds penetrated into his every pore.

Even Xuan Ji, who was connected to his mind, felt a "buzz" in his head.

"The bloodline of the Witch Clan still exists. Aluojin, come here and I'll give you an explanation," Sheng Lingyuan said.

On the nationwide broadcast, Chief Huang's voice continued, "We never dare to say that we are 'serving the people,' and we don't do this work to protect anyone or 'sacrifice' for anyone. Ultimately, we are pleasing the world, hoping to earn a foothold for ourselves - to prove that we are not a hindrance and still have some use to society...so that we still have space to live."

What a beautiful vision. All living beings, with spirits, have a place to stand.

Above the Biquan Mountain, a storm was brewing, repeatedly hitting the mountain as if to lift the entire peak.

With a loud "boom," the mountain began to slide, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan, trapped in the Biquan Mountains, felt the ground beneath them shake as the bones of the Vermilion Bird at their feet began to tremble. Rocks of all sizes tumbled down the cliffs around them.

Suddenly, Sheng Lingyuan swayed and lost all connection to the outside world.

He had no idea what was happening, but his heart inexplicably skipped a beat: "Aluojin!"

"The entire Witch Clan, except for the over 40,000 buried in the Witch People's Tomb... their brothers and sisters scattered outside still numbered over a thousand people, mostly women and children. When I heard that Dongchuan was besieged on the road, I had a premonition that things would not end well, so I urgently ordered Prince Ning to escort the remaining family members away overnight. More than 200 young and strong people went to the Northern Plains - the High Priest of the Northern Plains and I have a history, in case things get out of hand, they can protect the last bloodline of the Witch People.

"The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled who have difficulty travelling long distances had hidden their identities and were secretly placed in the Western Province by Prince Ning. The Western Province is the hometown of Empress Chen and also where she hid from the pursuit of the demon tribe. Everyone knows that Empress Chen dislikes non-human races, and no one would investigate there. Only Prince Ning can deceive the heavens and earth in the Empress's backyard."

"It was your cousin Yunzhu who took care of the Witch People in the Western Province."

It was the little girl who blushed and had shared a pear with him. As she grew up, she became very beautiful with the delicate features unique to the Witch Clan, yet she was incredibly resilient. Her father and brothers had passed away, and she worked tirelessly to preserve the Witch Clan's legacy.

"Later, she married my elder brother, the Prince Ning, and gave birth to a son who succeeded me to the throne. The Crown Prince knew his heritage, and the entire Witch Clan was his maternal family. He protected them well during his reign, and under his leadership, the Chiyuan Fire was extinguished, and all the clans were united, ushering in a prosperous era of peace. He was a blessed child, much stronger than I am.

"The truth behind the fire at the Witch People's Tomb, I covered up myself. The traces of the Witch Clan in history, it was I who ordered them to be erased, and it was not the fault of anyone else."

Sheng Lingyuan's voice became very low, his temples were frost-free, and his face was flawless, but when he spoke these words, he suddenly seemed like an old man in his twilight years.

"The few thousand surviving members of the clan all believed themselves to be traitors and criminals, living their lives with caution and forcing themselves to forget about Dongchuan, living on as members of the human race."

The Witch Clan was known for their clear-cut love and hate, and they despised those who betrayed their trust.

The surviving members of the clan believed that it was Aluojin's desertion during battle that brought about the clan's downfall, and since then, they refused to acknowledge him as their leader.

In this world, there are fools who worship all sorts of evil gods and demons, but the last chief of the Witch Clan is nailed to the Witch Tomb, with no incense burning for him.

But if it weren't for this, the vengeful Witch Clan would have to fight to the death with the humans. How could he, who was caught in the middle, protect the Witch Clan's roots?

Sheng Lingyuan didn't want to say much.

After finishing his story, he spoke slowly with the bearing of the great Emperor of Humanity, "It is I who owe Dongchuan and owe you an apology. If I had the opportunity, I will give justice to the 40,000 martyrs of the entire clan."

Aluojin gave no reaction, and the bones of the Vermilion Bird under his feet shook more and more violently, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.

"Your Majesty, may I interject?" Suddenly, Xuan Ji, who had been silent, spoke up. "It's been three thousand years. Can we please stop discussing the rights and wrongs of the past? Since we are old friends, can you both take off your crowns and speak plainly? Lingyuan, what does Dongchuan mean to you?"

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him in the darkness, a bit confused.

"What is Dongchuan to me?"

When he was ten years old, he was on the brink of death when the old clan chief picked him up, and from then on he no longer had to wander.

He had a house to sleep in at night, and wouldn't be woken up in the middle of the night and forced to flee. When he woke up, the scent of pear blossoms from his dreams still lingered on his pillow.

The clan members called him "Little Prince", as if he were still a child. He also became a bit spoiled by the title "Little", and experienced the joys and sorrows of adolescence.

Dongchuan... was his only hometown in this life.

The more than forty thousand heads he had personally chopped off piled up into a cold mountain in his heart, blocking everything from Dongchuan inside. Only the cold and unfeeling 'big picture' remained, waiting for him to clean up the mess.

But now, that mountain of corpses suddenly collapsed, and the skulls and bones rolled to the ground, transforming into laughing and talking clan members.

"Your Highness, why don't you play for a while? You can never finish reading all those books. It's not too late to work hard when you ascend to the throne."

"Your Highness, why leave Dongchuan? It's so beautiful here. Choose the prettiest girl to be your wife and become one of our people."

"Your Highness, learn from Aluojin. When his father rubbed his skin raw, he howled and expressed his grievances. You're not an adult, so speak up if someone bullies you."

"Your Highness, the road ahead is difficult. Take care of yourself. If someone bullies you, come back to Dongchuan. The Great Sage's house is always open for you."

Suddenly, a scalding drop of water fell on Xuan Ji's hand, so hot it made his heart skip a beat.