Hyper-Dimensional Player

His flesh began to fill with vitality, already restored to somewhat resemble the living.

"Evil spirit!"

"Heavenly demon!"

These Qidan cavalrymen were scared out of their wits. Before they could spur their horses into a frenzied gallop, that ghostly figure appeared once more, flashing into existence above everyone's heads. An extremely powerful palm force descended from the sky, instantaneously smashing these cavalrymen into fragments scattered across the ground. Wisps of blood mist transformed into fog, and surged into his body from the four limbs and trunk.

The Blood God's secret technique, once practiced to the third realm, can plunder essence, energy, and blood through the body's limbs and trunk, to nourish and restore one's own depletion.

This supreme secret technique must be cultivated together with the Undying Heavenly Demon Body.

"You..."

Lai Bao'Er looked at Duncan, who had transformed from skeletal remains back to a handsome, youthful form, swallowed hard, and trembled as he said, "Are you an immortal?"

Duncan looked at the little beggar sitting on the ground before him, his eyes as calm as an ancient well, after a brief contemplation, he spoke indifferently: "Sort of."

"Sort of, and sort of not."

He had yet to thoroughly comprehend the Dao Entrance Realm, unable to become a Land Immortal, but if talking about his true self, he could be considered a Demon God of this world.

Lai Bao'Er was visibly excited upon hearing this, trembling as he beheld the man before him who had transformed from skeletal remains into an immortal-like form.

Duncan, looking down at the person before him, asked, "Do you want to learn martial arts?"

Lai Bao'Er seemed not to hear, raising his head eagerly as he looked at Duncan before him, quivering he said, "My father often lamented before his death, fearing only immortals could save this world and save its people..."

"Since you are an immortal, can you save the people of this world?"

Duncan was astonished.

The strength he had just demonstrated was earth-shaking, yet he never expected this half-grown child to act as if he hadn't noticed, only asking if he could save the people of this world.

In a mortal's eyes, an immortal saves those in distress.

The true demon is also the true immortal.

Nowadays, this world has far too much suffering.

Duncan contemplated for a while, then slowly nodded, saying: "I can."

Lai Bao'Er became even more excited, trembling all over. He had finally encountered the immortal his father spoke of; his father wasn't wrong, only immortals could save the people of this world, so he raised his head, full of hope, as if making a wish, asking: "Can you bring peace to the world?"

"I wish to return, to go back to Yanjing."

Youzhou, Yanjing, what would later be called Beiping, the capital.

The homeland of the Northern Land Han people.

The place to which his soul is tied.

Duncan looked at the little beggar's legs, where blood and pus flowed, and nodded slowly: "I can."

"Do you really not want to learn martial arts from me?"

"You are close to dying."

Last night, the little beggar said he was close to starving to death, and now he was critically ill, the wounds from the mad dog bites were about to claim his life.

Lai Bao'Er shook his head slowly, his expression showing a trace of clarity, softly saying: "I don't want to."

"Immortals speak of fate."

"If I ask you to teach me martial arts, you won't grant my wish."

"They say encountering an immortal, one can make three wishes."

"Can you grant me one more wish?"

Duncan was silent for a long time, then slowly nodded.

Lai Bao'Er's breath gradually weakened, his voice hoarse as he said: "Can you make sure everyone in the world has enough to eat?"

"On my journey fleeing, I saw too many people starve to death."

"My mother, to save me, was eaten by them... They are already so hungry that they're not like humans anymore..."

A loving mother saving her child, trapped by hungry people, divided and eaten.

Pity this child, who still has the heart to help others, willing to share a bite of food.

Duncan was finally moved.

The strong, composed state of mind he had accumulated during half a year of traveling the world had suddenly shattered, as if the heavens were collapsing and the earth was crumbling.

Humanity evokes an intention to kill!

The world is turned upside down!

The celestial phenomena seemed to have an abnormal change, countless high-ranking Daoists were filled with fear and trembling.

Polaris moved astronomically, constellations descended into the world, the heavenly kill has manifested.

A mysterious flood dragon emerged, the rise of dragons and snakes on land, the earthly kill resurged.

At this moment, the intent to kill from the heavens, earth, and humanity was all unleashed, everything was beyond redemption.

Duncan infused a strand of True Yuan into the small beggar's body to uphold his vitality, after a prolonged silence, he sighed softly: "This is somewhat difficult, but achievable."

Lai Bao'Er finally revealed a trace of a smile, his hoarse voice said: "You are an immortal; you cannot go back on your word, otherwise you will not achieve the Dao."

"I do not ask you to teach me martial arts, only to grant me my three wishes."

The little beggar's eyes showed a hint of unfocus, muttering to himself: "Father indeed wasn't wrong."

"There truly are immortals in this world, who can save... the people of the world..."

Iron cavalry gallops.

In the distance, hundreds of Qidan cavalrymen charged on horseback, seeing the corpses by the roadside, they ordered the attack without hesitation.

Duncan gently placed down the small beggar he held, protecting the other's heart and locking the three flames of human life with True Yuan, rendering the Underworld's ox-head horse-face unable to take away his soul. Such ailment only Lady Sun can cure, Duncan could only prolong his life with True Yuan, unable to completely heal.

An ocean of blood surges.

Demonic tumult boils.

Duncan ignored the hundreds of Qidan cavalrymen before him, taking a clump of earth-yellow mass from his sleeve, still stained with dirt and dust. Such a thing, he once wouldn't even consider eating or sending it in front of him.

Yet at least it tasted better than Guanyin clay, Duncan placed it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

The vow has been made!

A child's promise, a child's oath, can also enter the Dao!!!

I am the Great Freedom Celestial Demon Lord!

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