Paradise of Demonic Gods
“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
Returning
Éditeur: Yukidaruma Translations
In Demonic City, at the Fang Clan's manor.
Chests and chests of gold were being shipped over and casually left on the ground. They emitted a piercing glow under the sunlight.
The surrounding guards looked at the overwhelming number of gold bars with greed and yearning shining out from the eyes of every one of them.
However, no one dared to take any action. No one was foolish enough to dare to try something funny right in front of Fang Xingjian.
Tyrant walked amongst the gold bars, absorbing them incessantly using the Gates of the Netherworld.
There were not as many heavenly and earthly treasures on Earth as there were in Miracle World, and technological devices were practically useless after being brought to Miracle World.
So, the only thing that Fang Xingjian could think of bringing back from Earth was gold.
After all, the Empire was also using gold as a currency. Gold was of great value regardless of the location.