Chapter 242 Two Gods
"Someone actually dared to interfere in the affairs of the Demon Lord! Even in the ancient times, there were only a handful of people who dared to do so!" another person exclaimed, his tone full of disbelief.

"Could it be that he is the helper invited by the God of Time and the God of Space?!" another person guessed, with confusion and expectation flashing in his eyes.

"How many people in this world can stand on equal footing with the Demon Lord? Those beings are all peerless powers capable of shocking the ages and leaving their names in history! Why do we know nothing about this person?" Discussions came one after another, full of confusion and curiosity.

Amid the complex and inquiring gazes of many Heavenly Rank powerhouses, Jiang Han stood before the Demon Lord. His figure was particularly eye-catching. He had a temperament that was detached from the mundane world, which made people feel both astonished and confused, as if he did not belong to this world at all, but came from some distant time and space, carrying an unsolved mystery with him.

"From you, I feel a heart-pounding familiar charm, as if I have crossed over a long period of time and reunited with those figures who once fought side by side with me." The Demon Lord's eyes were deep, like the brightest stars in the dark night sky, fixed tightly on Jiang Han, with a barely perceptible fluctuation in his tone, and he slowly opened his lips.

Jiang Han's mouth drew a playful smile, as if everything was under control. He lightly snapped his fingers, and the sparks jumping from his fingertips were as cheerful as elves. Then, the world seed beside him, which contained endless mysteries, suddenly bloomed with a soft and mysterious light as if responding to the call of its master. The light gradually gathered to form a colorful portal. Inside the portal was a miniature and vivid world scene, like an extremely detailed painting, slowly unfolding before everyone's eyes.

In the small world, there were thousands of people. Some were standing, some were sitting, and they were in different shapes, but all of them were majestic and imposing. Among this group of people, the first ones that caught my eye were several God Kings who had solemn expressions and exuded the aura of ancient gods. Their existence seemed to be the brightest stars in the world, attracting attention. In addition, although the rest of the people were not as prominent as the God Kings, they also carried a terrifying power that made people's hearts flutter. It was a powerful force that was enough to shake the world and rewrite the rules.

"Above the Heavenly Rank! How is this possible?!" A master among the crowd of spectators whispered in disbelief, his voice mixed with shock and awe. As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around, and everyone's eyes became extremely solemn, as if frozen by this sudden shock. They stared with eyes wide open, their faces full of disbelief, and their sights were focused on Jiang Han, their hearts full of doubts and speculations - what kind of origin and secrets did this seemingly ordinary young man have, that allowed such a small world seed to hide so many Heavenly Rank masters?
At this moment, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield became extremely heavy because of this scene. Every breath seemed to feel the tension and anticipation in the air. Everyone's thoughts were deeply attracted by this mysterious young man, waiting for any miracle that might happen next.

In that ancient and mysterious time and space, everything was silent, with only the whisper of the wind, as if telling the vicissitudes of the past. An old and distant voice penetrated the nothingness and echoed at the edge of the world seed, "Master, time flies, and in a blink of an eye, we meet here again. You are still as elegant and majestic as ever, and you are still as powerful as you were back then."

The figure of the grave keeper gradually emerged beyond the ancient and indestructible barrier. His gaze traveled through endless time and space, but could only stay at this last boundary, looking into the distance with complex emotions. There was a hint of helplessness and nostalgia in his voice, as if he had crossed thousands of years of time just for this gentle sigh.

"Master... Master..." Along with this low and slightly choked call, the huge body of the nameless god and demon trembled slightly, and a faint blush appeared in the eyes that were enough to look down on the world. It was the longing and admiration that had been suppressed for countless years, quietly released at this moment.

"Demon Lord, you liar!" The ancient king was furious. He was a lord who once fought against the heavens and the earth. His roar resounded through the sky, with a bit of anger and unwillingness. "Back then, you lured the seven of us to attack the sky together. Where are the promises and rewards you promised? Have they all disappeared with the wind?"

At the side, a crisp and slightly childish voice sounded. It was Dugu Xiaoxuan. Her eyes were flashing with expectation and anxiety. Her hands were tightly clinging to the barrier that seemed to be able to isolate everything. Her voice trembled slightly, "Uncle Demon Lord, you really still exist in this world! So, what about my father? Where is he now? I... I miss him..." After that, two lines of tears slid down silently, dripping on the cold barrier, splashing tiny ripples.

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At the moment when Jiang Han's small world slowly manifested in the void, those beings who had entanglements, grudges or friendships with the Demon Lord, as if drawn by some invisible force, gathered from all directions. They sighed, questioned, and expected. All kinds of emotions intertwined together, turning into greetings that transcended time and space, echoing in this ancient and mysterious space.

"You imprisoned them!" The Demon Lord's face was like a sculpture of ice, his eyes were deep and calm, and his voice was piercingly cold, as if it could freeze the air around him. Every word he said was an unquestionable accusation.

"Not just them," Jiang Han stood with his hands behind his back, looking particularly proud. There was no fear in his eyes, only unwavering faith. "All of you, including me, must follow me and embark on this road of subverting the sky and challenging the supreme authority."

“You have not experienced the earth-shaking war in the ancient times yourself, so how can you understand the power of Heaven? Its horror is more than words can describe!” There was an imperceptible trace of vicissitudes in the Demon Lord’s words, as if the weight of that history was weighing on his heart.

"In that battle, all the gods gathered together, made perfect preparations, and were full of confidence, intending to climb to the top of the Nine Heavens and challenge that indescribable existence. However, even so, they only touched the threshold of the Eighth Heaven, and could not even glimpse the true face of the Heavenly Dao!" The Demon Lord snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain and helplessness, as if he was mocking those attempts that overestimated their own abilities.

"Looking back today, the glory of the past has become a cloud of smoke. The strong have fallen, and the survivors are struggling to survive. The wheel of reincarnation has ruthlessly rolled over, and generations of heroes have turned into dust. With this remnant, what can we use to compete with the way of heaven? If we charge blindly before the time comes, wouldn't it be a waste of life!" The voice of the Demon Lord suddenly rose, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present. There was deep worry hidden in the rebuke. "Speaking of which, this should be our second face-to-face conversation." Jiang Han raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes were gentle but revealed a power that could not be ignored. He seemed to be examining the Demon Lord, and seemed to be examining the whole world, "Are you doubting my ability, or are you afraid of this unprecedented change?"

"Disrupting yin and yang, and making dreams an empty flower!" Facing Jiang Han's questioning, the Demon Lord did not respond with words, but suddenly uttered eight words. Each word was like a devil sound gushing out from the underworld, containing a soul-stirring power. They echoed in the air, as if to tear apart the boundary between reality and illusion, revealing the true nature of all falsehood in the world.

At that moment, the atmosphere of the battlefield suddenly became unpredictable, as if everything in the world was holding its breath waiting for something. The dark flowers, like the deepest nightmare in the night sky, bloomed silently in the void. Not only were they breathtakingly beautiful, they also emitted a kind of enchanting and seductive pollen. The pollen slowly drifted in the air, carrying a hint of the call from the abyss, which made people feel cold.

At the same time, waves of strange sounds that seemed to come from the abyss of hell, accompanied by the rise and fall of those dark flowers, quietly penetrated into the depths of every soldier's soul, making the battlefield void distorted and dreamlike, as if stepping into a bizarre and alien space. In this unreal scene, the boundary between reality and illusion is blurred and difficult to distinguish.

Just as the all-consuming power was about to overwhelm the protagonist Jiang Han, a miraculous scene occurred. Above his head, a strange fruit with golden light and spiral textures appeared out of thin air. It spun, emitting a warm and powerful breath, like an ancient sun, dispelling the haze around. Golden ripples rushed out of the fruit, turning into rivers, surging and facing the overwhelming black flowers. The confrontation between the two was like the battle between light and darkness in ancient mythology.

The roar was deafening. At that moment, all the Heavenly Rank powerhouses around the entire battlefield trembled involuntarily, as if they were hit hard by an invisible force. The blood in their chests churned, and a subtle tearing sensation occurred between their souls and bodies, making them feel unprecedented shock and crisis.

When everyone recovered from the sudden shock and looked towards the center of the battlefield again, the dark sea of ​​flowers and the golden torrent had disappeared without a trace, leaving only two beings in opposition in the distance - the Demon Lord and the mysterious young man. Although their confrontation was brief, it left an indelible mark in the hearts of all the spectators, because in that split second, the two supreme laws of power collided unprecedentedly, and it was a contest that was enough to shake the world.

In that instant of confrontation, everyone seemed to have witnessed the fission of the sky, and a terrifying energy that was enough to tear the entire Third World apart was about to spread out of control. However, this force that was enough to destroy the world was cleverly controlled and restrained in the thoughts of the two powerful men, avoiding a disaster that could cause the entire world to collapse. This scene undoubtedly gave all the witnesses a deeper understanding of the strength of the two combatants, and at the same time filled them with unspeakable expectations and awe for the upcoming battle.

"Who won between the two of them just now?" This sentence was like thunder, exploding in the crowd watching the fight, stirring up ripples of doubt. Everyone's heartbeats seemed to speed up at the same moment, and their eyes shuttled back and forth between Jiang Han and the legendary Demon Lord, trying to find the answer from the two people's stillness and movement.

"Equally matched?!" someone whispered in disbelief, with a tone of shock and confusion. These two words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart, making the already tense atmosphere even more solemn. People exchanged glances, trying to find a trace of confirmation in each other's eyes, but in the end they could only see the same confusion.

"It should be that the mysterious young man was defeated. After all, he is the Demon Lord who has shocked the world for thousands of years!" Another voice sounded, with a somewhat helpless sigh. This sentence seemed to be a premature conclusion to this battle. The name of the Demon Lord seemed to carry a sense of pressure, making people unconsciously tend to believe in his undefeated myth.

However, the Heavenly Rank experts present just stood there in a daze, their eyes fixed on the confrontation between Jiang Han and the Demon Lord. Their brows were filled with deep surprise and confusion, a kind of awe for the unknown power, and also a self-reflection on their own inadequacies. In the face of such a confrontation of the supreme law, even experts like them felt powerless to judge the outcome, as if there was an invisible barrier that separated them from the understanding of the extraordinary realm.

"The Way of Heaven is far more terrifying than you think!" The voice of the Demon Lord echoed on the battlefield. His body trembled slightly, his breath was slightly disordered, but his face remained inscrutable and indifferent. This sentence was not only a warning to Jiang Han, but also a sigh for his own experience, revealing that even he, facing the depth and unpredictability of the Way of Heaven, could not help but feel fear.

Jiang Han smiled faintly upon hearing this, but did not respond directly to the words of the Demon Lord. His eyes flashed with a deep light, as if he had seen through more unknown secrets. Then, he turned around gracefully and walked steadily towards the God of Time and the God of Space not far away. This move was both a silent farewell to the current conversation and a calm welcome to the new chapter that was about to begin, leaving behind a lot of discussions and endless reverie about the miracles that might happen next.

"Thank you for saving me, my friend!" As Jiang Han approached steadily, the God of Time and the God of Space bowed and clasped their fists almost at the same time, with a hint of eagerness and gratitude flashing in their eyes. There was an indescribable awe in their voices, as if they were travelers who had finally encountered a source of water after a long drought.

"Masters, although you two should be punished by heaven, today is not the end of your life." Jiang Han's tone was flat, as if he was just talking about daily trivial matters, but his words revealed an unquestionable majesty.

"What do you mean!" Upon hearing this, the faces of the God of Time and the God of Space changed suddenly, like dark clouds covering the sun. Anger and confusion were intertwined in their eyes, as if all the warmth was blown away by the sudden cold wind.

(End of this chapter)