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Lingfeng felt as if he had been in a deep sleep for a long time. In his dreams, he seemed to hear someone continuously calling out to him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and discovered a person who looked exactly like him bending over, seemingly fascinated by something new.
"Who are you?" Lingfeng asked nervously, looking at him—or rather, himself—with a hint of confusion.
Seeing Lingfeng awake, the person smiled happily and said, "Have you forgotten me?"
Lingfeng was taken aback; the voice was too familiar. Although he looked exactly like this other person, the voice sounded very mature, as if it belonged to an elderly man maintaining a youthful appearance.
"Are you my Evil Thoughts?" Lingfeng asked uncertainly.
He sighed in relief and pulled Lingfeng up, softly saying, "Yes, I am your Evil Thoughts. If you hadn't absorbed such a powerful Demonic Aura, I wouldn't have known when I could have this appearance."
Lingfeng looked around; everything was pitch black, and he could only see himself and Evil Thoughts, as if two lights were shining down on them from above.
"Where is this?" Lingfeng asked curiously.
Evil Thoughts glanced around as if introducing his home and said, "This is your heart; it has always been my dwelling place."
"But why am I here?"
"Because you are currently unconscious. I woke you up because I want you to regain consciousness; you are in an alternate realm now," Evil Thoughts replied.
"Alternate realm?" Lingfeng questioned in confusion.
Evil Thoughts chuckled mysteriously and said, "It is truly an honor to be your Evil Thoughts. However, I don't know much about these matters; you'll need to face them yourself."
Lingfeng felt an emptiness within him, weak and drained, as if all his Spiritual Energy had vanished, creating an urge not to wake up.
"Do you see the light source in the distance?" Evil Thoughts asked, pointing to a faint glow in the darkness.
Squinting his eyes, Lingfeng saw that it was a light shaped like a Pentagram. Suddenly remembering what had happened earlier, he exclaimed in surprise, "Has my soul been sealed?"
"No, no, no!" Evil Thoughts shook his head repeatedly, wearing the comical expression that Lingfeng once had. "You haven't been sealed; that's just a guiding marker. You will be able to travel freely between this place and the real world through that Pentagram. But time is of the essence; you need to return to the real world quickly."
"No, no, no," Lingfeng also shook his head vigorously and said, "Returning to the real world will surely lead to another dead end. I'd rather stay here and keep you company."
Lingfeng did not know where he was. If he were still in the Spirit Sect, he would surely be attacked or even sealed by the Master of the Demon Cult. He did not want that.
However, Evil Thoughts seemed to understand Lingfeng's current situation. Upon hearing Lingfeng's words, it paused for a moment, then suddenly gathered a ball of Spiritual Energy in its hands and struck towards Lingfeng's chest.
Caught off guard, Lingfeng was hit by the strong impact from Evil Thoughts, and his body was sent flying towards the Pentagram. Suddenly, he felt a bright light before him and found himself in another world.
Lingfeng looked around and realized he was in a magnificent palace. Above him was a thin veil, and beneath him was a bed filled with Purple Aura. Two veiled Maid stood at the foot of the bed, dressed elegantly. Although their faces were obscured, their figures were undoubtedly exquisite.
"Where is this?" Lingfeng weakly propped himself up, trying to sit up but found he had no strength at all.
The nearest Maid hurriedly stepped forward and gently helped Lingfeng lean against the bed's railing.
Lingfeng caught a whiff of a refreshing fragrance, the scent of the Mandala Demon Flower, which emanated from this Maid.
"Where is this?" Lingfeng asked softly as he looked at the Maid.
The Maid remained silent, adjusting Lingfeng's posture before returning to her original position, standing still like a beautiful statue.
Lingfeng looked curiously at the Maid, each one exuding grace. Although their faces were unclear, he could sense an oppressive air of indifference surrounding them.
Just as Lingfeng was at a loss, a nearby Golden Gate slowly opened, and dozens of people entered. They were all dressed in purple clothing, led by an elderly man holding a Skeleton Staff. His face was stern, radiating an unsettling aura.
"You are awake," the old man said as he approached Lingfeng's bedside, his tone devoid of emotion.
Lingfeng pursed his lips, thinking to himself that this was just stating the obvious. However, being in this place meant he had to accept help from others. So, he smiled and nodded before asking again, "What is this place? How did I end up here?"
The old man did not directly answer Lingfeng's question but instead asked, "Do you remember anything?"
With a playful smile, Lingfeng replied, "I wasn't amnesiac to begin with; I haven't forgotten anything."
The old man's expression changed; his face, resembling dry bark, trembled slightly. He quickly turned and knelt on the ground. The others, including the maids, also knelt down and shouted in unison, "Welcome back to the Demon Realm, Demon King!"
This left Lingfeng stunned. He looked at these people in confusion and finally asked after a long pause, "What are you talking about? I'm human! When did I become the Demon King?"
The old man seemed to be very fearful of Lingfeng, completely shedding the cold demeanor he had earlier. Now, he was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, resembling a dog being scolded by its master.
Upon hearing Lingfeng's words, the old man involuntarily trembled and hesitantly asked, "Has the Demon King not awakened?"
"Awakened?" Lingfeng murmured to himself, then suddenly realized. Previously, in the Master of the Demon Cult's room at Spirit Sect, Lingfeng was believed to be the reincarnation of Demon God Chiyou's Virtuous Soul. Although it was a Virtuous Soul, after awakening, it would still possess a bit of Demon God Chiyou's magical power and some memories.
However, Lingfeng did not feel anything unusual; he only felt an emptiness in his stomach as if he hadn't eaten for a long time. But then he thought, since he had come here and was revered as the Demon King, why not play along? It would protect his safety and allow him to quietly cultivate his spirit. Moreover, the misty surroundings resembled a fairyland, perhaps it was indeed a good place for recuperation.
Lingfeng rolled his eyes and suddenly lowered his head, trembling violently as if possessed by a spirit. After a moment, he raised his head again and pointed at the old man before him with his right hand, saying, "I am naturally Demon God Chiyou; I just have not fully awakened. Right now, I only have a bit of memory from my past lives. You all need to serve my true self well; if there is any slight mistake, I will not spare you!"
Lingfeng lowered his voice and used his abdomen to amplify it, making it sound as if there were multiple layers of echoes. Coupled with his vivid acting skills, he truly frightened those people.
"We will obey the Demon King's decree!" Everyone knelt before Lingfeng in unison, not daring to show any negligence.
Lingfeng secretly laughed in his heart and nodded in satisfaction. Then he closed his eyes again and trembled all over once more before raising his head with a look of confusion.
The old man dared not do anything; since Lingfeng had not allowed him to rise, he could only remain kneeling on the ground with everyone else.
Lingfeng rubbed his belly and looked at the old man still kneeling on the ground. He quickly said, "You all can get up now!"
The crowd bowed again and then stood up while bending over but did not dare to look directly at Lingfeng.
Lingfeng sighed helplessly and gently asked the old man who was keeping his head down, "My uncle, do you have anything to eat?"
"Someone! Quickly prepare some food," the old man hurriedly called out to the maidservants behind him.
The maidservants slightly bowed and then hurriedly went out.
Lingfeng looked at everyone; still not understanding their identities, he beckoned the old man to come closer.
The old man hesitated for a moment but then quickly walked over to Lingfeng's side and stood there.
"You don't have to keep your head down all the time. Let me ask you, what is this place?" Lingfeng asked kindly.
"Return to the Demon King!" the old man said softly, "This is Demon City, and we are all servants of the Demon King!"
"Demon City?" Lingfeng scratched his ear in confusion, mumbling, "What kind of place is Demon City?"
Everyone looked up, revealing puzzled expressions, but upon meeting Lingfeng's gaze, they quickly lowered their heads.
Seeing the expressions of those around him, Lingfeng realized he had asked a foolish question, but he truly did not know what Demon City was. Reflecting on the Cultivation Realm, he had only heard of the Nine Provinces, but he had never heard of any Demon City within them; there was only the Mandala Demon Realm.
The old man gently cleared his throat, his expression turning somewhat grim. He said softly, "The Demon King has just returned to the Demon Realm and has not fully remembered things about it; it is not surprising that he forgot about the capital."
At this moment, Lingfeng was stunned. He widened his eyes and stared at the old man before him. Suddenly, he felt a wave of disorientation. The once magnificent palace dimmed instantly, and a chill surged forth as if he had suddenly transitioned from summer to early winter.
The people below began to change gradually. Even those originally graceful maids started to transform. Although their bodies remained slender, the exposed parts of their faces made Lingfeng break out in a cold sweat.
He saw that the appearances of those people varied greatly; some were merely skeletons that looked like they could fall apart at any moment, while others had large donkey faces that caused severe imbalance in their body proportions. The imposing guards who had been standing at the door had transformed into Demon Realm Guards, with fierce heads adorned with two horns.
The once splendid palace now seemed to be situated in a cave. Although it was spacious and well-ventilated, Lingfeng still felt an overwhelming sense of eeriness.
"We were initially afraid that the Demon King would be startled by our true forms, so we took on human appearances. However, in order for the Demon King to regain his lost memories, we have decided to revert to our original appearances," the old man said with a slight bow, speaking calmly.
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