Chapter 665: Chapter 665 Zuo Yan Appears
"Are you still there?"
He asked the huge beast in his heart, but waited for a long time without any response.
It was gone...
Who knows when it will appear again?
Jun Moyan sighed softly in his heart, not sure what he was disappointed about.
Maybe he was disappointed that there were too many questions left unasked. Even if he received its answers, he wouldn’t dare to trust their authenticity.
After all, he still couldn’t be sure whether that thing really existed, or if it was just a dream...
Soon, dusk had passed, night was near, and Jun Moyan felt everything around him growing cold.
It wasn’t the weather turning cold, it was his body that was becoming cold.
It seemed as if he really was about to die.
Wen Xiao’ai said that Jun Moyan’s body felt cold and asked Qing Yi to fetch another blanket to cover his waist.
Then she took a damp towel and stood up again to wipe the black blood off Jun Moyan’s back.
"Jun Moyan, if you don’t wake up, I might have to leave..."
Wen Xiao’ai kept her head down, continuously wiping her tears, feeling extremely wronged and scared.
Qing Yi heard Wen Xiao’ai’s words but didn’t take them seriously, thinking she was just trying to scare Jun Moyan into waking up.
Jun Moyan thought the same.
But little did they know, Wen Xiao’ai was genuinely planning to leave.
Feeling his life slipping away bit by bit, fear and despair surrounded Jun Moyan. He felt more helpless and scared than anyone else.
What he feared was never death.
What he feared most was her tears.
Afraid that after his death, she wouldn’t find her way home, afraid she wouldn’t eat well, or that she’d fall while walking...
Even more afraid that after his death, Ye Qi would take his place.
At this moment, Jun Moyan truly wished he could fall into a complete coma, taking his consciousness with him.
He really couldn’t bear to hear Wen Xiao’ai’s sobs any longer... they were more tormenting than any pain.
Muqi Mountain,
A treacherous peak located at the border between the Demon Realm and the Netherworld.
This was once a battlefield between the Demon Realm and the Netherworld.
A shadow stood at the edge of the cliff top, the cold wind lifting his robe, messing his long hair.
A man whose age couldn’t be discerned, with a young and handsome face, looked at the peak hidden in the darkness, then slightly lowered his head, gazing at the bottomless Black Abyss beneath his feet.
With a faint smile on his face, he leisurely awaited someone’s arrival.
This person was Zuo Yan.
At this moment, his mind was rife with thoughts.
Because soon, the person he had searched for a millennium was about to appear.
The bottomless abyss underfoot awakened some memory deep within him.
Scenes from the battle between the Demon Realm and the Netherworld a thousand years ago flashed before Zuo Yan’s eyes...
And on the eve of the battle, he had actually visited the Netherworld alone, reaching an agreement with someone...
Nie Jiuque would never have thought that the reason he ended up in a mutually destructive struggle with the other side was actually because Zuo Yan had secretly harmed him.
Zuo Yan’s lips curled into a smug smile.
Whenever he thought of the mighty Demon Lord Nie Jiuque, whom the world revered and feared, dying by his own hand, a sense of pride and happiness would flood his heart.
And upon learning that Nie Jiuque’s primordial spirit hadn’t perished and had even reincarnated, after the initial anger, what lingered more was unwillingness and excitement.
Yes, excitement.
Because he wanted to kill him with his own hands once more.
For in the Demon Realm, there could only be one king.
And that king could only be him.
He, Zuo Yan, was second to none and refused to kneel to Nie Jiuque his entire life, or acknowledge him as king.