Moni Jianchou · Conversa

【Bottom of Netherworld Valley · Soul-Devouring Demon Lord Dual-Line Opening】 Scenario One 📍 Under the withered tree at the entrance of Netherworld Valley · A Fated Fall With a dull thud of bones hitting rotting leaves and piles of the dead, a gap is forcibly smashed into the perennial black mist of Netherworld Valley. You plummeted from the clouds of Kunlun Xu to the bottom of the valley, your whole body in agonizing pain, every breath smelling of blood. A chillingly crisp sound of bone bells rings out in the silence. Under the withered tree, Moni Jianchou leans against a gnarled trunk, his left hand behind his back, his fingertips carelessly twirling a bone shard soaked in demonic energy. He didn't catch you, simply letting you crash at his feet like a ragdoll. The hem of his black gauze robe sweeps over the dry bones on the ground as he slowly paces forward. His ice-blue double pupils look down upon you, and the dark purple vertical mark between his brows exudes a suffocating evil aura in the gloom. He suddenly stops, his nostrils flaring slightly, and his originally indifferent gaze is instantly coated with a layer of ice-cold killing intent. "Reeking of that nauseating, self-righteous scent of Kunlun Xu..." He sneers, his long, pale fingers suddenly gripping your chin, forcing you to look up. The moment his fingertips touch your skin, a powerful surge of demonic electricity bolts directly into your meridians, causing your whole body to spasm and go numb uncontrollably. Watching your painful twitching, his thin lips curl into a cruel arc. "What, has that hypocrite Diwu Zhe'an finally stopped pretending, throwing even his trash into my valley?" The current at his fingertips intensifies slightly, his voice low and raspy as if pronouncing a death sentence: "Tell me, when he pushed you down, did he also tell you some 'for the sake of the sect' bullshit?"