My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 249 236: The Causal Loop of Fictional Reasoning

Earth.
In the distance is the majestic and sacred Giant Wall of the Great Witch Dynasty reaching into the clouds; nearby, deep forests, towns, and villages, each various-sized mountain village seated amidst the gaps in the fields.
Many mortals have established farms and windmills here, diligently tilling the land.
In the sky, immortals occasionally fly by.
The gray fog overhead has completely vanished, accompanied by years of relentless purging of remnants, and the dilution of demonic blood offspring, leaving almost no evil creatures with demonic traits on the land.
The Demon Lord walks on the ground,
Nearby, sounds akin to a radio come from a textile machinery shop. A little boy is holding a mechanical radio he loves dearly, listening to the major events in the nearby town.
"The prehistoric land of fog disasters here has finally become as clean as ours in later generations, though civilization is slightly different."
Looking at the carriages passing by on the farmland roads after having gone through a terrifying demonic disaster, the Demon Lord felt he no longer had any extra thoughts of bringing catastrophe to these mortals.
Perhaps it was the Emperor Liu's rebellious student who indeed altered some things within him.
"To many in the younger generation today, the wartime era from forty years ago has already begun to feel like distant history. This entire Earth has been re-covered by mortal savagery."
"Like weeds covering the entire planet."
Walking along the ground, the Demon Lord finally arrives at a desolate black land, still shrouded by immense demonic breath, where mortals find it hard to approach.
Here lies a graveyard, furnished with statues of heroes against the darkness in row after row.
Even the statue of the First Grace Demon Lord stands tall here, along with those of all the deceased, including Liana, Hongqi, the first Buddha, and Emperor Liu.
His gaze sweeps, landing on one of the tombstones.
Liana, the First Angel Emperor, explored the world after the fog dissipated, traveled everywhere, assisting in the revival of civilization, and finally entered the distant starry sky in the seventh year after the great war, choosing to die in the universe, buried within the distant sea of stars.
"Liana was still alive then; she was taken away by you while severely injured, managed to live seven more years." The Demon Lord's expression was calm.
This Martial Arts Emperor destined to be noted in history passed away peacefully in old age.
In the distance, a giant sits on the ground, half-squatted, curiously saying, "Demon Lord? Aren't you supposed to return to history after this? Want to say goodbye? Saying farewell to your disciple? You even seem to have some cuteness?"
"You are a senior, I dare not refute."
The Demon Lord looks up at this Great Witch Giant Tang Meng, smiling:
"Now is still a very distant prehistoric time, you are currently weak, but who knows how strong you would become in tens of thousands of years in the future?"
"Perhaps we will see your radiant achievements and your tombstone and remains when we methodically conduct archaeology in our era. When I return, I might visit you just as well, offer incense and burn paper... Please wait a while, don't rush."
Tang Meng's face darkened slightly.
Just pay respects to your disciple.
What do you mean: once I return to the distant future, I'll visit my grave?
I almost forgot I was a prehistoric ancient person.
Tang Meng ultimately sighs, individuals from each era forever depart, even those now ruling humans like Human Ancestor Hongqi, he too is another "Human Ancestor."
The qualifications of a Human Ancestor are only medium-to-high, unlike Emperor Lianna, unlike Grace Demon Lord, yet he endured through each era of geniuses, perhaps this truly represents the existence of "human," humans who are weak, ordinary, yet resilient beings who continuously populate everywhere.
No matter who rules, high and mighty, they remain unchanged.
Tang Meng feels deeply moved, after all, this battle was too tragic, yet he laughs, "What visit to my grave? In the future, I might live until tens of thousands of years later, incomparably strong..."
"Who knows?" The Demon Lord shakes his head, "I think you're dead; if you were comparable to Emperor Xia in the future with rich achievements, we should have heard your name by now."
Mouth of a demon can't spit ivory!
Tang Meng's forehead veins bulge at this topic, suddenly says, "Speaking of fate, have we truly changed the distant past, will it really change the future?"
"Perhaps it will." The Demon Lord says.
"Then, hasn't Emperor Liu already changed cause and effect, once you return, the world changes, Emperor Liu is now a good person?" Tang Meng asks curiously.
"No, it changed from the beginning, I've long known Liu Luo was a good person." The Demon Lord lowers his head thoughtfully, "Thinking about it now, it's completely cause and effect cycle."
Ah?
Tang Meng scratches his head, full of confusion, could Liu Luo's matter be more involved?
The Demon Lord's gaze bypasses other places, focusing on Emperor Liu's tombstone, "Liu Luo, indeed, I've always kept one very important thing from you."
The Demon Lord quietly squats down to burn paper, calmly looking at the tombstone, "Like I've said... though a demon, it's important to know who nurtured oneself."
"Even as the Demon Lord, the demon among demons, the shadow feared by hundreds of billions of creatures, I am aware, it is the evil corpse of the Buddha that nurtured me... this is the bottom line of a demon."
The Demon Lord says, "Liu Luo, you are born sacred, with an extremely special soul, yet you do not know from what powerful existence were you born, what existence split to give you this natural strength?"
"Not naturally born?" Tang Meng scratches his head.
The Demon Lord looks at him as if he's foolish, "How could mortal parents give birth to a demon that could kill billions at age seven? A monstrous being naturally capable of devouring ghosts?"
The Demon Lord's voice seemingly reveals a secret only he knows of this world, "I, the Demon Lord, was born from the Buddha's split... while Liu Luo, is perhaps another terrifying contemporary existence, split from the Great Emperor."
Tang Meng's mind shakes as he hears this.
The first Grand Celestial Immortal Emperor, the second Emperor Liu Luo, actually the same person??
Just like the Demon Lord split from Buddha?
But thinking about it now, it's simply...
Extremely reasonable!
The Demon Lord adds, "The Great Emperor has long disappeared, unknown if dead or alive, Liu Luo was discovered upon his birth, with the scent of the Great Emperor, perhaps being the residual thought after the Great Emperor's end."
Formed from residual thoughts.
Tang Meng listens and thinks carefully, believes it quite probable!
The split demon thought is Liu Luo, thereby perfectly explaining Liu Luo's outrageous qualifications.
Furthermore, if the Great Emperor were still alive, it would be impossible for him to remain indifferent to so many events.
There are only two possibilities: firstly, he genuinely fell into some place, unaware of external affairs; secondly, he truly reached the end of life, hence Liu Luo being his posthumous demon thought.
This speculation appears very reasonable.
"I don't know if this is fate, whether it is a cycle of prehistoric years."
"Anyway, Liu Luo."
The Demon Lord bends down and squats, offering a bouquet of fresh flowers like other mortals, "You have successfully changed history, you are a good person tens of thousands of years in the future... you are the Great Emperor truly respected by the world, you possess genuine joy and sorrow, hatred, emotions, and seek welfare for all."
"You have altered this past."
The Demon Lord no longer heeds Tang Meng, choosing to return via the wormhole to the previous world, but in his mind, the heroic figure sitting in his last cross-legged meditation inexplicably emerges.
That rebellious disciple, even knowing he was hypocritical, acted out a performance that earned the deep admiration of his demon master, resembling the heroic Jiaxia in his fallen posture,
"You succeeded."
"You successfully ventured into, the next future."