The Ten Thousand Year Old Demon Returns Strongly

For ten thousand years, a cultivator could only snap his fingers, but for him, it was a bloody road paved with bones. From a nobody who can't even bring Qi into his body, to the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect who makes the world tremble. His name has become a taboo for the righteous monks to change their expressions upon hearing it. He has three thousand witches under his command, a treasure trove piled up like a mountain, and he can wipe out millions of armies with a wave of his hand. But in the dead of night, sitting on the throne of the devil's palace like a nine-layered heavenly palace, he only felt a bone-piercing emptiness. There are no silly short videos that you can watch at 3 a. M., There are no single-player games that you can play all night with your computer, and there are no mindless and cool articles that you can read half the night while squatting in the toilet. No matter how beautiful the witch next to you is, her smile is not as real as the girl in the live broadcast room on Earth; There are mountains of spiritual stones in the treasure house, but they don't feel as solid as the steel dungeons that I once held in my hands. This longing was like a gangrene attached to his bones, gnawing at his soul day and night for ten thousand years. Therefore, when the heavenly tribulations gathered and the road became clear, and everyone thought he would take advantage of the situation to ascend, Xu Teng struck into the void with a sword. "My way is not heaven, my hometown is over there!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.