In the ruins of the main hall, the dust gradually settled.
Among those present.
Thousands of demons prostrated themselves and kowtowed.
Only a mass of dark green Primordial Spirit hung in mid-air, trembling all over.
"You... you all..."
A hoarse voice burst out from the Primordial Spirit.
All the demons' eyes turned toward it in unison.
The Python Demon's Primordial Spirit stared fixedly at the scene of the dark mass of kneeling figures below.
"The Elder... the Elder's bones are not yet cold!"
"Every single one of you, which one wasn't sheltered by the Elder and cultivated step by step to your current cultivation level?!"
"Wangchuan has stood for hundreds of thousands of years; how the Elder treated you, do you not have any sense of it in your hearts?!"
"The Elder is dead! It's one thing if you don't seek revenge!"
"But to actually kneel at the enemy's feet and beg for mercy like dogs!"
"You are worse than Beasts!!!"
After finishing these curses.
The Python Demon's vertical pupils suddenly turned toward the kneeling figure at the very front.
"And you."
"When the Elder took you in as his foster son, you were just an ordinary demon on the outskirts of Yu Mountain... today's cultivation, this dignity, which of it wasn't given by the Elder?!"
"Jade Dust... are you even human anymore!!"
But facing such questioning.
Demon Emperor Jue Chen let out a thunderous shout.
His figure rose from the ground.
"How BOLD!!!"
A sharp flying kick, accompanied by howling winds, slammed heavily into that mass of dark green Primordial Spirit.
Puff—
The Python Demon's Primordial Spirit was like a cloud of smoke kicked apart, flying backward and slamming heavily into the precipice of Wangchuan.
Most of the dark green light shattered, scattering like fireflies.
The Python Demon's roar came to an abrupt halt.
The broken Primordial Spirit was embedded in the stone wall, flickering unsteadily, on the verge of death.
Demon Emperor Jue Chen withdrew his leg.
Turned around.
Knelt once again before the Bone Throne.
"Demon Emperor, please forgive me."
He kowtowed, his voice submissive.
"This old thing's mind isn't quite clear, his nonsense has offended the Demon Emperor."
At this moment.
He didn't even have the courage to lift his head.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could only glimpse those black robes hanging beside the armrest of the Bone Throne.
He tried hard to make sense of the situation before him.
But the more he thought about it, the more absurd it felt.
From the moment he was kicked flying in Region City, he knew this True Dragon Senior was no pushover.
But he never expected things to go in this direction.
His original plan was very simple.
To introduce this True Dragon powerhouse to his foster father and claim a massive credit.
If his foster father was happy and rewarded him with a few Heaven And Earth Treasures, he could use them to increase his foundation.
Wangchuan could also gain the assistance of a powerhouse.
Killing two birds with one stone.
What a great plan.
And the result?
He was the one who invited the person, he drove the carriage himself, and he led the way step by step.
Then, his foster father was gone.
Demon Emperor Jue Chen's Adam's apple bobbed; he only felt bitterness in his mouth.
This is fucking inviting a wolf into the house.
If he had known it would be like this, he wouldn't have brought the person to Wangchuan even if he were killed.
When he took that kick in Region City, wouldn't it have been better to just run away?
Why did he have to drag his foster father's old life into this.
But things have already come to this.
What else could he do?
Jump up and seek revenge for his foster father?
Demon Emperor Jue Chen secretly peeked.
That figure in black robes was leaning against the Bone Throne with eyes closed, propping her chin with one hand, looking relaxed.
The scene from just now was still vivid in his mind.
His foster father had manifested the Gibbon Divine Ability, a gargantuan creature tens of thousands of feet tall.
And then?
There was no "and then."
Demon Emperor Jue Chen silently withdrew his gaze and stared at the ground again.
A sour feeling of mixed emotions welled up in his heart.
Foster father, oh foster father.
You have raised me for so many years, passed on your skills, and cultivated me with care.
This kindness, I will remember in my heart and never forget.
Logically speaking.
A son paying the father's debt is only natural.
Your head was severed and your Primordial Spirit shattered right in front of me.
As your foster son, I should fight to the death, even if my body is smashed to pieces, to seek justice for you.
But...
He silently calculated again in his heart.
What was his foster father's cultivation?
Even if they were both at the Perfection of Ascending the Tower, there was still a gap between different Perfections.
His own shallow foundation... how could it compare to his foster father's?
With what would he seek revenge?
With his life?
And then after seeking revenge?
He would be gone too.
Then who would pay respects to his foster father?
In the end, father and son holding hands on the road to the Yellow Springs—what kind of situation would that be?
Demon Emperor Jue Chen was silent for a moment.
That flame of filial piety and righteousness that had just ignited in his heart was completely doused by logic.
Forget it.
Foster father, your spirit in heaven probably wouldn't want me to die for nothing.
Demon Emperor Jue Chen knelt on the ground, burying his head even lower.
Although his knees were numb, his mindset was now stable.
Foster father is gone, but Wangchuan is still here.
The thousands of demons of Wangchuan are still here.
The resources of Wangchuan are still here.
As long as he clung tightly to this True Dragon Senior's leg, these things would eventually have a share for him.
Thinking of this.
The feeling of grief in Demon Emperor Jue Chen's heart had quietly faded by more than half at some point.
He didn't dare hesitate for another second.
He suddenly looked up and was the first to speak: "That old scoundrel Tianzhu, relying on his status, has acted tyrannically in Wangchuan for many years, oppressing our fellow Yao Race members externally and treating his subordinates harshly internally. As his foster son, I saw it and hated it in my heart, but I dared not speak out!"
"Today, the Demon Emperor has set things right and slain this old thief; it is truly a great joy for all demons!"
"The thousands of demons in Wangchuan have long suffered under Tianzhu. Now, having received the Demon Emperor's pity, we are willing to serve you with the loyalty of dogs and horses, going through water and fire without hesitation!"
The expressions of several high-ranking demons kneeling behind him changed slightly.
They looked at each other.
All saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
Then.
They all prostrated themselves.
"We are willing to serve with the loyalty of dogs and horses!"
The old master is dead, and the new master has risen.
No matter how good Elder Tianzhu was, he is now nothing more than a corpse.
Talking about loyalty to a dead person is a stupid thing only the Human Race would do.
Wang Ziyu stood in the corner of the hall.
Watching this scene, he was speechless.
He felt something wasn't quite right... but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He just vaguely felt.
The way this girl sat on that Bone Throne.
Was... far too natural.
Wang Ziyu suddenly felt a bit of lingering fear.
When this girl was in the Great Tang, could she have been acting?
Her true form is actually a demon?!!
...
Yu Mountain Great Range.
Wang Canglan, in a red robe, walked alone among the vast mountains.
Since receiving news of that Old Loach in Chang'an City, he had rushed to the far west of the Eastern Region without stopping.
Along the way, the Pure Yang Fire in his body became increasingly restless.
Every half hour, that heat would run rampant through his Meridians.
Forcing him to stop and sit cross-legged to suppress it with his cultivation.
The time left for him was running out.
After stepping into the Yu Mountain territory.
Wang Canglan soon noticed the difference here.
Demonic Qi... there was Demonic Qi everywhere.
Demons walking openly on the mountain paths.
Yao Race members acting as masters in the towns.
And those Human Cultivators who were submissive and walking on thin ice.
Inquiring along the way.
The three words "Region City" frequently appeared in the mouths of the Cultivators along the way.
However, when mentioning these three words, everyone's expressions were extremely strange.
Some showed terror.
Some were secretive.
Some even turned and left the moment they heard the word "Region," not willing to give even a single extra glance.
Wang Canglan sat down in a tea shop in a small town.
The tea shop was simple, with a few crooked tables and chairs under a shed.
Most of the people coming and going were low-level Loose Cultivators.
He ordered a pot of coarse tea and quietly listened to the surrounding conversations.
Not far away, two Cultivators were discussing in lowered voices.
"Have you heard? Something big happened at the Ma Family in Region City."
"What? Wasn't Demon Emperor Jue Chen's wedding just a few days ago?"
"Wedding my ass!" That person took a large gulp of wine, his expression terrified.
"At that wedding feast, hundreds of demons died! Several Demon Emperors in the Denglou Realm, including Demon Emperor Jue Chen, were all beaten down by one person!"
"You're fucking drunk, aren't you..."
"I'm a dog if I'm lying! A distant relative of mine was a kitchen helper at the Ma Family! He saw it with his own eyes! A young girl, black mist filling the sky, she even transformed into a True Dragon, and in one encounter, she swatted those Demon Emperors like flies!"
A young girl.
Wang Canglan's hand holding the coarse ceramic tea bowl paused slightly.
He didn't rush to interject.
He just silently noted this in his heart.
What a coincidence.
A powerful young girl suddenly appearing in the Yu Mountain Great Range, and the timing happened to coincide with the travel time mentioned by that Old Loach.
How could there be such a coincidence in the world.
Wang Canglan put down his tea bowl and stood up.
His red robe billowed as his figure disappeared from the entrance of the tea shop.