Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend-Chapter 972 - 32: His Beloved Ones

At the entrance of the Demon World, Yan Jiu proceeded cautiously.

The wounds on his body were deep, and every step he took tugged at them painfully.

But in his heart, the longing for Lan Cai’er and their soon-to-be-born child made Yan Jiu overlook all this.

The wind felt strange.

Yan Jiu stopped in his tracks, sensing something amiss.

He looked up, the sky was overcast, and clouds were rapidly gathering from all directions.

In the center of the clouds, a cavity appeared, and a violent and terrifying pressure descended, covering the sky and earth.

Yan Jiu’s pupils contracted slightly, and suddenly, a thunderous noise erupted.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Yan Jiu shot out like lightning, reaching a mile away in an instant.

In the place where he had been standing, a gigantic crater had appeared.

In the center of the crater stood a man.

The newcomer stood with his hands behind his back, clad in a bright yellow Emperor’s Helmet, his sharp, blade-like brows slanting into his temples, exuding an aura of arrogance and coldness.

In the dim twilight, the man’s appearance shone like a blazing sun, scorching Yan Jiu’s eyes.

His face was handsome, his thin lips curved slightly upward, radiating a supreme and noble aura.

The man came all alone, without a single Demon Guard.

"Brother Jiu, we haven’t seen each other for many years, and now you’ve returned to the Demon World, you don’t even wish to meet your elder brother. It’s truly disappointing."

South Nether Emperor Zhanhen’s dark green eyes flashed with a hint of sorrow.

Back in those days, when Yan Jiu was just a boy, compared to the aloof Demon Ancestor, it was this second brother that Yan Jiu favored the most.

"Zhanhen, why the pretense? The bond between us brothers was severed long ago when you betrayed the Demon Ancestor." Yan Jiu’s entire body was tense, his right hand involuntarily clenched into a fist, while the one-third of the Demon Ancestor’s Demon Origin in his left hand was carefully concealed.

"Brother Jiu, the misunderstanding between us runs deep. Do you still believe that the Demon Ancestor met his end because I tipped off the Divine Realm, allowing several Great Powers to ambush him?" Zhanhen’s face showed pain, an expression of brotherly affection etched across his features.

Once upon a time, Yan Jiu trusted this second brother more than the Demon Ancestor.

It wasn’t until the Demon Ancestor’s fall and the chaos in the Demon World that he realized he had been deceived all along by Zhanhen’s hypocritical facade.

"Zhanhen, spare me your nauseating face. Even if your actions had nothing to do with the Demon Ancestor’s death, you couldn’t wait to marry Moonflower King seven days after the news of his death broke. You knew perfectly well that she was soon to be betrothed to the Demon Ancestor. You and Moonflower, you pair of traitors, were conspiring against the Demon Ancestor all along."

Yan Jiu’s repeated use of the words "nauseating" and "those animals" left the South Nether Emperor, long accustomed to a position of power, looking quite embarrassed.

Yet, he endured the impulse to strike, forcing a smile.

"Brother Jiu, this is all a misunderstanding. Besides, after the Demon Ancestor’s death, the Demon World could not be left without a master for even a day. Moonflower and I were compelled to marry to soothe the elders’ concerns. I heard you returned to the Demon World for news of the Demon Ancestor’s reincarnation. Why not tell your elder brother about it, and I can lend you a hand?"

As he spoke, the South Nether Emperor’s gaze fell on Yan Jiu’s left hand.

Back when the Demon Ancestor fell,

Yan Jiu had protected the Demon Ancestor, suffering a great loss of demonic power in the last battle.

The Demon God Guard disbanded after the Demon Ancestor’s death, and Yan Jiu vanished without a trace.

Years later, Yan Jiu suddenly resurfaced and even appeared alongside Moonflower King.

The South Nether Emperor also speculated that the Demon Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit might not have perished.

He thought that by bringing the Three Demons Boss under his sway, with Yan Jiu having left the Demon World for years and his former subordinates scattered, there wouldn’t be much Yan Jiu could do. Little did he know that Yan Jiu was capable enough to collect one-third of the Demon Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit with his own power.

If the Demon Ancestor wasn’t dead, and he gained more of the Primordial Spirit’s power, his demonic power would be further restored. The South Nether Emperor would never allow the Demon Ancestor to regain strength.

"Lend me a hand? You can’t wait to stab me in the back, can you? Zhanhen, there’s only one way to keep me here."

Yan Jiu said no more. Cracks appeared on his skin like ravines, and his figure expanded rapidly, the demonic power surrounding him like clouds and mist, making it hard to see his face clearly.

"Brother Jiu, your temper hasn’t changed a bit." Zhanhen sighed and shook his head. "You’ve been away from the Demon World too long. This time, you should just stay."

As the South Nether Emperor’s voice fell, Yan Jiu’s brow twitched, and suddenly, a blade erupted from the ground.

The blade was imposing, and with one slash, it cleaved toward Yan Jiu.

With a booming sound, Yan Jiu’s figure was flung into the air.

What was this?

There was no expected bloodshed.

The South Nether Emperor’s brow twitched.

Yan Jiu’s "corpse" suddenly broke into countless silhouettes, rushing toward the entrance of the Demon World.

This was Yan Jiu’s final trick to preserve himself.

"Demon Shadow Clone."

He could use his demonic power to create multiple clones.

Even Zhanhen couldn’t, in such a short time, differentiate which one concealed one-third of the Demon Ancestor’s Demon Origin.

Zhanhen stood at a distance, hands behind his back, his dark green eyes gradually darkening.

His body, the Emperor’s Helmet crackling.

On that Emperor’s Helmet, several dark green Demon Marks leaped to life, each mark incredibly special, carrying lethal demonic power and also mingled with immense Divine Power.

In the sky, the Cloud Sea rolled.

Underneath the dense clouds, something seemed on the verge of emerging.

Countless demon souls and ghosts wailed, with a massive flow of Evil Qi soaring into the clouds, converging together.

Slowly, a terrible shadow appeared, casting a dreadful shadow over a radius of tens of miles.

Hearing the sounds in the sky, Yan Jiu had a bad premonition.

He suddenly looked up, only to see under the overcast clouds, a terrifying demonic power carried with it the majesty of the heavens, pouring down like a waterfall.

The demonic power coalesced, forming a mountain swallowing rivers and mountains.

The mountain, like a flying peak, descended from the sky, its coverage too vast for Yan Jiu to escape.

"Emperor Prison Demon River."

Yan Jiu’s eyelids twitched, and he had never anticipated that over the years, Zhanhen’s demonic power had advanced to such an extent.

Sorry, Cai’er, sorry, my unborn child, I’m afraid your father won’t be able to return to see you.

Yan Jiu’s lips curled into a bitter smile as he murmured to himself.

In the sky, that terrifying mountain formed by countless Evil Qi and vengeful spirits, crashed down.

Yan Jiu’s hundreds of clones were pulverized in an instant, turning into powder, as a mountain appeared overnight at the entrance of the Demon World.

Almost simultaneously, Lan Cai’er, who was on a carriage heading back to Xia Capital, suddenly awoke from her dream with a start.