The Record of the Demon King

"Your luck is extraordinary. Apart from astronauts, you are probably the first person to come to the moon for sightseeing without spending a penny!" said a sinister-looking old man in a ghastly, operatic attire, his face full of sardonic smiles, as he looked at a young man enveloped in a thin, purplish aura. The young man, in his early twenties, was wearing flamboyant, baggy green trousers and had an average build. He stood bare-chested, wearing a scowl that seemed to suggest the world owed him money, anxiously looking around within the purplish aura. "What do you mean 'good'? You old lunatic, what do you want by bringing me here?" Chris was already furious. It was a scorching summer day, and he was just about to take a refreshing shower at home when a flash of white light appeared. Before Chris could even take off his large trousers, this bizarre old man suddenly appeared in front of him. The man stared at Chris and said, "Your birth chart is perfect," then, without a word, he dragged Chris and leaped out of the tenth-floor window, immediately scaring Chris unconscious. When Chris came to, he suddenly found himself surrounded by darkness, desolation, and silence. The lunar surface was pockmarked, resembling the skin of someone severely burned. He was then informed that he was on the moon. Perhaps due to the effect of the peculiar purplish aura, Chris and the strange man in front of him could communicate without barriers through the purplish aura. Strangely, inside the purplish aura, there was an ample supply of oxygen, so Chris didn't have to worry about suffocating immediately. "I don't want anything in particular. I will have a decisive battle with three individuals later to seek a breakthrough from the constraints of the rules of heaven and earth, aiming to reach the pinnacle of the demonic path—the realm of the Demonic God. However, individually, these three are not my match, but if they join forces, I also do not have a hundred percent certainty of winning. Just in case, I found someone with the same birth chart as mine—like you. If I unfortunately fall and perish, I can use the most mysterious demon-seeding magic of the Demon Sect to plant my consciousness within your body. Then, I will regrow and recover using your body!" Chu Canglan stared at Chris, calmly explaining, but a slightly bloodshot glint in his eyes betrayed his ill intentions. "Um... if you plant your... consciousness in my body, then... what will happen to me?" Chris was feeling dizzy and didn't quite grasp what Chu Canglan was saying, but he instinctively caught on to the crucial point and asked. Chu Canglan paused, then sardonically replied, "Your body will belong to me. Naturally, you will be dead!" "￥%%............" Chris was furious to the extreme, disregarding whether he was like a lamb to the s*******r. A barrage of curses erupted from his mouth like cannonballs, targeting Chu Canglan's ancestors for generations, creatively insulting every one of his relatives. "Young man, seize this final opportunity and curse as much as you want! Originally, if I won, I planned to spare your life. Now, even if I defeat you, I'll send you straight to the underworld!" Initially composed, Chu Canglan endured Chris's relentless tirade for about half an hour. However, as Chris continued with increasingly venomous insults, Chu Canglan's patience wore thin. His face turned slightly green, and with an impatient and menacing tone, he angrily exclaimed. With that angry shout, Chris fell silent. He hesitated for a moment, then, with tears in his eyes, pleaded, "Hero... Great warrior... I know I was wrong, please spare me. What you're doing is illegal, the police will arrest you. Technology is advanced now, even if you flee to the moon, it won't save you!" "The Demon Sect acts without regard for earthly laws. I, Chu Canglan, have roamed the world for many years, killed more people than you can imagine, and yet, here I am, alive and well." Chu Canglan's face darkened as he spoke, then, with a slight change in expression, he muttered to himself, "Finally, they have arrived!" Chu Canglan then pointed at Chris with his right hand, causing Chris, along with the purplish aura, to be thrown into the air. Chris soared through the air, bouncing like a spring until he landed in a low-lying ravine, finally coming to a stop. Chris found himself unable to move, unable to make a sound, except for his thoughts. Trapped within the purplish aura, he could do nothing else. "Three of you are late. Today, I will battle you three. I hope you all enjoy yourselves. If you die, don't blame me!" ... Although unable to move, Chris could hear a few conversations in the distance, likely a monk and a Taoist, as they began with "Namaste, Infinite Celestial Lord." According to Chu Canglan's words, regardless of the outcome, Chris was doomed. Born in the city, Chris graduated from vocational school, managed to get into a second-rate university, and after graduation, instead of seeking a traditional job like others, he dabbled online, running small websites and online stores without much success. A complete otaku, he was a useless man with no direction in life. Spending a lot of time online, Chris's mind was filled with dark thoughts. However, due to societal laws and his non-wealthy and non-influential parents, he never dared to act on his evil thoughts. In his twenties, with no accomplishments to his name, Chris's parents arranged a blind date for him, but the woman found him lacking and jobless—she rejected him. Under parental pressure, he reluctantly started applying for jobs, hoping to turn over a new leaf, but before he could do so, this happened. Feeling like his life was about to end, Chris's Thinking that his life was about to come to an end, Chris's mind was a bit slow. For the first time, he felt that he had wasted his life, having achieved nothing in terms of work and never even experiencing success in anything, not even with women. "Ah, I'm really unlucky. I was ready to start afresh, why wasn't I given the chance? If I survive this time, I will definitely act on all the evil thoughts in my mind, never let people look down on me again, never lack courage when it's needed, never..." Now, the only thing he could control was his mind. Besides wandering thoughts, Chris had nothing else to do, and the more he thought, the more regret and anger he felt... Suddenly, there was a huge commotion in the distance, with roaring explosions and Chu Canglan's maniacal laughter echoing through the However, after a while, Chu Cangmeng suddenly exclaimed, "Despicable," followed by another earth-shattering explosion. The immense noise caused the ground where Chris was located to shake continuously, as if mountains were collapsing and the earth was tearing apart. Soon after, a loud shout of "Chu Canglan, you're doomed this time" could be heard. "Hey, this is a demon's consciousness escape! He intends to use a demonic technique, there must be demon seeds hidden nearby!" "Amitabha, for the sake of all beings, even if this monk dies, I cannot let his demonic plan succeed. Amitabha, Great Extinction Spell!" "Monk, no..." There was another intense rumble, followed by a black light shooting towards Chris at lightning speed. The black light resembled a meteor, with a vague, liquid-like object wriggling inside it. "Praised be, Master Yuankong sacrificed himself to stop the demonic technique. Finally, we can rest assured. From now on, Chu Canglan will no longer pose a threat to the world of cultivation!" Chris only heard the last voice, then the black light poured into the purple aura, and it seemed like something foreign entered his mind. Then, there was a deafening explosion, causing Chris excruciating pain as his internal organs seemed to shatter, and he immediately lost consciousness.