Rise of the Demon God
"The trials ahead to prove my worth? I'll crush them !! Enemies? I'll slaughter them!! " Waking up in a new body and a new world after dying on Earth, Long Chen embarks on a new journey in a world filled with gods and demons. A world where myriad of life forms exist and humans can cultivate and become immortals. Watch him rise to prominence with a supreme inheritance and his hard work as he slaughtered everyone who stood in his path. Watch His journey as he became known in the Universe as the Demon God, the ruler of death forcing the heavens to bow before him. Known as the second inheritor, what happened to the first one? Who does this legacy belongs to? What secrets is the universe hiding? *** Instagram: Author_deangel ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Buy me a coffee and support me on Ko-fi : https://ko-fi.com/deangel Patreon: Patreon.com/DeAngel Join my discord:https://discord.gg/2AGkydg PS: Please read at least more than 30 chapters as first 10-20 chapters aren't what I consider great myself. But it's my first novel and they were the first chapters I wrote. Seriously it gets better with time. _________________________________ PS: I don't own the cover artwork. All rights of the cover belong to the Original artist. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the artist. If you are the artist, you can contact me.
Chapter 872: Tian Shen's Location
A red coffin was placed in the center of the isolated room in an unknown place that was untouched by even the gods.
No one knew where this place was or who stayed in this place. Its existence was a secret.
The blood-red coffin had various veins that were golden in color. The golden veins were surrounding the coffin, wrapping it entirely.
The top of the coffin was lying on the ground near the casket. There was a Dragon Symbol on it, but the dragon had Wings that were like Phoenix. It also seemed to be on fire like it was the ruler of fire.
Inside the coffin, a man was lying.
The man seemed like he was barely thirty years old. There was not a single wrinkle on his face. His skin was smooth. The man had no beard, but he did have beautiful long red hair that was flaming red.
As the man's eyes were closed, it was difficult to guess his eye color. There was a red trail on the corner of his eyes as if a tear of blood had spilled out a long time ago, which had dried now.