Chapter 354

Chapter 354: Impossible to Break the Seal

The Demon God felt deeply unsettled. Since You You had spoken those words, the inexplicable panic in his heart hadn’t faded—it only grew worse. Everything felt off-kilter. Whether sitting, lying down, or meditating, he couldn’t calm himself. An invisible weight pressed heavier on his chest, throbbing with dull pain.

He tried to brush it off. He hadn’t lied—this world had always been this way. The endless squabbles between the Six Realms meant nothing to him. Demon tribes conquering all or each realm ruling itself? No difference. He’d never cared before. His only goal was defeating Yuan Qi and reclaiming his pride.

The seal’s fate? Not his problem.

But she cared. Memories from his time as Feng Rong surged forward, reminding him how she’d spent years guarding her Sect, the human world, the Three Realms.

Understanding didn’t mean relating. Even as Feng Rong, he’d never truly grasped her motivations. He’d simply followed her wishes, never refusing her. But he wasn’t Feng Rong anymore. So why this gnawing guilt? Her words looped in his mind:

*If the seal breaks, they’re done… done… done…*

Damn!

Who said they were done? They weren’t done until *he* said so!

He paced the main hall, irritation mounting. Feng Rong’s memories were clouding his judgment—he shouldn’t seek her out. The mighty Demon God, swayed by others? Impossible!

After a hundred restless laps, he stormed toward the bedroom.

What was there to fear? Her power came from him anyway.

He shoved the door open. There she sat—white figure at the table. Instantly, the chaos in his chest stilled. Panic, frustration, all vanished. A soothing calm washed over him, pulling him closer.

"What now?" You You set down her silent communication device, chin propped on her hand.

The Demon God stiffened. His gaze darted before he blurted, "I… came to say I’m not Feng Rong! Stop calling me that."

"Oh." She raised an eyebrow. "What’s your name then?"

"Eh?" He froze.

Horror dawned—he’d never chosen a name. Everyone just called him Demon God. Even that slacker Nether King kept his title. Yet Yuan Qi had a proper name!

Yuan Qi had one. He didn’t. Meaning… he’d lost to Yuan Qi?!

Damn!

You You watched his internal meltdown and sighed. "Just keep using Feng Rong. Problem solved." Same person, different masks.

"Ahem! Since you’re desperate for it, I’ll humor you." He nodded magnanimously.

There. Now he had a name—no loss here.

You You’s eye twitched. "Why are you *really* here?"

"My palace. My rules." He plopped into the adjacent chair. When she didn’t protest, hidden glee surfaced. "Not that I *need* to break the seal," he mumbled.

"Hmm?" She tilted her head—was this his apology?

"I just want my power back to crush Yuan Qi. The rest? Doesn’t matter."

She studied him. "What’s your beef with Yuan Papa? Who *is* he?"

"You still don’t know?!" He gaped. "That schemer controls the world’s rules but never interferes—until now. No clue why he’s masquerading like this."

"Rules of the world…" Her eyes widened. "He’s the Heavenly Dao?!"

"Beings call it Heavenly Dao. He *commands* it." The Demon God scoffed. "Yuan Qi handles Heavenly Dao. Nether King babysits reincarnation. I suppress demonic energy. We’re equally matched."

You You reeled. No wonder Yuan Papa had resealed the Demon Realm so effortlessly.

"Nether King’s lazy. Yuan Qi’s worse—don’t trust his nice facade." He leaned closer conspiratorially. "He once tried resetting the Six Realms! Blamed me over the Long Clan too. We agreed to duel at half-power, but that cheat used more! Trapped me in the Boundary and sealed half my power in Demon Ghost Mountain."

"…" So this was personal.

"Hey." He poked her arm. "Still waiting for rescue? Dream on! He’d never break his own seal—"

BOOM!

The Demon Realm’s gates shuddered open.

You You: "…"

Demon God: "…"

Damn. So much for "never."