Chapter 1557 - 1547: Luo Hou’s Fortune

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1547: Luo Hou’s Fortune

"Impossible!"

"How could this happen?"

"It’s changed! All the fates have changed!"

The Holy Master sat paralyzed on the ground, clutching his head and roaring in agony, as if he had gone mad.

After a long time.

He looked at the Dark Divine Master, his eyes red and filled with deep sorrow.

He and the Dark Holy Master were not just superior and subordinate, but more like confidants and friends, sharing similar temperaments and ideals and respecting each other.

In life’s journey, one encounters countless people, but those who remain etched in memory are blood relatives, revered teachers, best friends, and rivals who appreciate each other.

All others are but smoke in the past.

"Do not be saddened!"

"We are lone wanderers in the darkness, long prepared for our downfall..."

The Dark Divine Master appeared quite philosophical, not much troubled or saddened, only unable to let go of the future of the Dark Temple.

He gazed at the Star Sea, stars gleaming majestically.

Suddenly, he spoke: "The disciple I took on a while ago possesses a demonic bloodline second only to mine!"

"His future achievements will surely surpass mine!"

"I plan to aid him a bit!"

"With the demonic blood in my body, I will mold a Demon Lord!"

The Dark Divine Master turned around, his eyes blazing as he looked at the Holy Master, "But this requires your help, at least to fend off the Qin Dynasty for a hundred years!"

"Rest assured, Your Divine Master, I... will give it my all!"

The Holy Master pondered for a moment, wanting to divine but fearing repercussions, he agreed directly.

Moreover, apart from this measure, there were no other options left.

A nation cannot go a day without a leader.

The Dark Temple is the same.

He was powerful, having broken through to the half-step Order Realm, but excelled in divination, due to his character, was not suited to be the Divine Master, leaning towards a role akin to a wise sage.

He had seen Luo Hou, a boy with a tumultuous fate but blessed with fortune.

To rise from an ordinary large world in a lower universe was enough to show his extraordinary talent.

And after becoming an enemy of the Qin Dynasty, being able to dodge their pursuers multiple times indicated his good fortune.

In terms of wisdom and potential, he was near-perfect.

An ideal successor.

"In this way, I am relieved!"

The Dark Divine Master grinned, revealing teeth stained with blood, the blood trickled down into the void, transforming into realms that nurtured countless beings.

One drop of blood creates a realm!

A single thought nurtures a multitude of beings!

This is the divine skill of a top-tier being, fully mastering the essence of life, transcending all existence.

"Is there anything else you wish to instruct, Your Divine Master?"

The Holy Master asked.

"No more!"

The Dark Divine Master shook his head, then remembered something and said solemnly, "I lost the Burial Heaven Coffin and Burial Earth Coffin. After I die, you should forge me into a puppet!"

"While I was alive, unable to lead the Dark Temple to rise!"

"After death, still striving to aid the temple!"

After speaking.

The Dark Divine Master’s body faded and vanished.

After he disappeared, the realms formed by demonic blood, also evaporated into thin air.

The Holy Master stood silently.

This departure.

Will be forever.

...

The Dark Temple.

In a certain pitch-black palace.

Luo Hou sat cross-legged on a demonic lotus, continuously channeling demonic power to absorb the energy drifting between heaven and earth, flowing through his limbs and veins, enhancing his cultivation.

Suddenly.

The space within the hall rippled.

The Dark Divine Master emerged from the depths of time and space and, seeing the diligent Luo Hou, a smile appeared on his pale face.

He did not disturb Luo Hou, quietly sitting beside him.

His eyes were filled with gentleness.

Strictly speaking.

He and Luo Hou were not well-acquainted, the bond between teacher and disciple not deep.

But now, Luo Hou would become his ultimate heir, inheriting his legacy and ideals...

Approximately four hours later.

Luo Hou opened his eyes, emitting two streams of black demonic light, seeing the Dark Divine Master sitting aside, he quickly rose to his feet to greet him: "Master, why have you come?"

His tone was filled with confusion.

Considering the time.

The war hasn’t ended yet!

"Disciple, the front line has failed!"

The Dark Divine Master’s voice remained calm, majestic, deep!

"What?"

Luo Hou exclaimed.

His face full of disbelief and shock.

He couldn’t understand why, despite gathering half the power of the endless universe to attack the Qin Dynasty, there was no success, but instead failure.

Failure!

Simply too absurd!

"Master, are you alright?"

Luo Hou hurried forward, looking at the Dark Divine Master’s pale face, asks with deep concern.

The Dark Divine Master had saved his life, granted him a new chance.

He remembered it clearly.

"I’m about to die too!"

The Dark Divine Master said calmly.

As if discussing something trivial.

But in Luo Hou’s ears, it was like a thunderclap, leaving him stunned and completely distraught.

His master, is also about to die?

How is this possible...

He knew the strength of the Dark Divine Master, a half-step Order Realm figure with vast abilities, atop the pinnacle of the endless universe, how could he fall?

"It’s false!"

"It must be false!"

"Master, you are undefeatable in the world, how could you lose?"

Luo Hou knelt on the ground, his eyes blood-red, like an injured beast, roaring crazily.

"Undefeatable in the world?"

The Dark Divine Master, stroking Luo Hou’s head, said weakly: "In this world, who is truly undefeatable? Not to mention your teacher, even the current Master of Martial Arts Civilization’s Scripture is defeated and missing?"

"But the Master of Scripture has nothing to do with me!"

Luo Hou was terribly sad.

Apart from emotion, also because of bloodline.

The Dark Divine Master is the first source demon of the endless universe, the progenitor of all demons, sharing a bloodline.

Now, as the source demon nears its fall, the bloodline senses and conveys sorrow, how could he not be heartbroken as a descendant of demon progeny?

"The sun and moon rotate, the seasons change!"

"Everyone dies, your teacher merely completes life’s journey early, don’t be pessimistic!"

With that, the Dark Divine Master paused, his dim gaze turning bright, his tone resolute, "Though your teacher may die, the Dark Temple must not perish!"

He stood up, shouting: "Luo Hou, heed the command!"

"Disciple here!"

Luo Hou knelt on the ground.

And at the moment he knelt, a trace of fierceness flickered in the Dark Divine Master’s eyes, his right hand turned claw-like, suddenly reaching towards his chest.

Then pulling hard.

Blood splattered.

He took out his own heart, firmly holding it in his palm, still beating, ’thump thump’ sounds.

"Master, you..."

Luo Hou was startled.

"Your teacher has already merged the source demon blood into the demonic heart, soon you will consume the demonic heart, helping you to achieve the position of Demon Lord!"

The Dark Divine Master’s voice became incredibly weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish.

His sturdy demonic body began to disintegrate.

Like shattered ceramic.

Covered in cracks.

"No!"

"A disciple couldn’t possibly commit such a heinous act of consuming a revered teacher’s flesh?"

Luo Hou refused without even thinking, shaking his head.

"Fool!"

The Dark Divine Master’s expression changed, reprimanding: "Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with minor issues, don’t you wish to defeat the Qin Dynasty? Don’t you want to avenge your teacher?"