If even God-King Xiao perished, the legend is already shattered. Does this mean that within this God Xiao world, an even greater peril lurks?

Ape Dream Extreme now only yearned for home. Everything felt alien; even that ancient bronze cauldron seemed like the gaping maw of some vile beast, poised to devour his very flesh.

As all the demons drew near the Heavenly Demon Altar to pay homage to a legend of eras past, he alone retreated outwards. Silently, he withdrew to the edge of the platform, the vast sea of clouds stretching behind him.

Only then did he notice that Snake Gu Yu, whose attention he had assumed was elsewhere, was already standing there, hands clasped behind her back, her gaze vacant, lost in thought.

He subtly shifted his position once more.

Family matters, national matters, worldly matters… What concern were they of his?

The ancient bronze cauldron stood upon the already ruined Heavenly Demon Altar.

Bricks and stones lay broken, the sacrifices long since vanished.

An ancient aura permeated the flow of time.

Deer Seven Lang rubbed his palms for a long moment before speaking. “I’m not certain it’s so, but I have a feeling. The feeling this cauldron gives me is of the same root and origin as this God Xiao world.”

Though he claimed uncertainty, all the demons present understood the formidable power of the Inspiration King’s intuition. A silence fell over them for a time.

Feather Xin, nicknamed “Little Feather Zhen,” would often recount to listeners a dream from his childhood. In that dream, Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen gazed upon him and invited him to soar through the skies together.

When he awoke, he could already utilize his own demon mark, effortlessly spreading his wings and covering a thousand li.

It was precisely this dream, and his demon mark’s resemblance to that of Feather Zi, that earned him the esteemed reputation of “Little Feather Zhen” and the immense expectations placed upon him by the Mo Yun Feather Family.

Of course, this title was not uncommon. Mo Yun Little Feather Zhen, Cloud Ridge Sick Feather Zhen, Long Huai Race Feather Zhen… the Demon World was rife with them.

Regarding the eternally departed Feather Zhen, the vast demon race universally held an optimistic view.

Everyone believed he had successfully crossed the Chaos Sea and continued to forge his legend in the outer heavens. They even firmly believed he had already ascended to the absolute peak, becoming a cornerstone of the demon race.

In the Demon Emperor struggle of that year, he had lost to Emperor Yuan Xi, but even Emperor Yuan Xi held him in high regard.

“Taigu Jingchuan” records Emperor Yuan Xi once saying, “Counting the proudest moments of my life, there are no more than three. First, teaching my children well, such that they exhausted national affairs; second, holding a powerful position, and once defeating Feather Zhen single-handedly; third, being able to bear the heavy crown and not disappoint the world. All others are not worth mentioning.”

Leading the demon race to its greatest victory in the Spider Ridge Blood War, which opened up new territories, was merely one aspect of “being able to bear the heavy crown” for Emperor Yuan Xi.

Only the act of defeating Feather Zhen was singled out for mention.

But such a legend had unexpectedly drawn its curtain so early?

The colossal bronze cauldron could not emit a sound. Stories buried by history also could not speak for themselves.

Only that flickering spark of fire deep within the ashes seemed like the eyes of the demon race legend, gazing upon his descendants across countless years.

“I think I understand why the God Xiao world could be so grand,” Sheep Yu Master sighed. “Grand Ancestor God Xiao was truly selfless and just. By personally raising the Heavenly Demon Altar, he then propped up the infinite possibilities of this world.”

“And there’s another point,” Spider Lan Ruo added. “Only by doing so could he truly let go of this world and grant all participants the maximum fairness he could offer.”

“If this bronze cauldron truly is Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen,” Bear Three Thought asked the crucial question, “then when did he sit and raise the altar here?”

“Exactly!” Rat Jialan also reacted. “Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen venturing into the Chaos Sea that year is a matter supported by credible historical evidence, a clear record that cannot be faked. So how could he have returned to the God Xiao world and built the Heavenly Demon Altar here?”

Deer Seven Lang said, “He certainly went beyond the Chaos Sea, that is historical fact. In other words, he also returned from the Chaos Sea. Only an existence like Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen could freely come and go in the Chaos Sea.”

“So, when did he return and why?” Bear Three Four asked.

All the demons exchanged bewildered glances.

This time, it was Spider Lan Ruo again who spoke.

“I think I know when he returned.”

Her familiarity with history had already won the conviction of all the demons, so they all looked at her, awaiting her answer.

“You should all know about the Spider Ridge Blood War,” Spider Lan Ruo began, speaking seriously. “Initially, after the Spider Ridge Blood War, the situation was excellent, and we launched a great counterattack. For a full ten years, there was no day without war, no day without advancement. We destroyed all human race great cities except Sui Ming… and almost breached the Ten Thousand Demon Gate, killing our way into the present world!

But at a crucial moment, Emperor Yuan Xi, while personally inspecting provisions, was assassinated by a Human Race One True Dao Master, suffering near-fatal injuries and forced to return to Taigu Imperial City to recuperate. This gave the human race an opportunity to catch their breath and rebuild their defense line.”

Rat Jialan was born with a fierce appearance, and even when speaking properly, it sounded as if he was engaged in a vicious fight. “I know all of this. What does it have to do with Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen?”

Deer Seven Lang, however, seemed lost in thought.

Spider Lan Ruo continued, “The terror of the One True Dao Master needs no elaboration. Emperor Yuan Xi is an existence at the absolute peak, the strongest among our demon race, yet he was still successfully assassinated… and within our demon race’s military camp!

How the One True Dao Master infiltrated the rear camp has always been a historical mystery.

Emperor Yuan Xi, weary from military affairs and having experienced continuous great wars, was forced to hastily engage in another challenge from an absolute peak existence.

A single breath’s time was stretched into a hundred years.

The place where they battled at that time produced chaotic flows of time and causal vortices. Though a thousand armies and ten thousand horses could not enter, the Heavenly Demon guards could not interfere.

History books do not record it, but there has always been a saying that Emperor Yuan Xi was injured but not killed at that time precisely because he received timely support from an absolutely world-stronger of our demon race.”

On Rat Jialan’s bald head, a black lotus gleamed. “You’re saying…”

Spider Lan Ruo said, “The identity of that absolutely world-stronger has always been uncertain. But I highly suspect he was Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen.”

“It’s not impossible, but it’s a bit far-fetched,” Sheep Yu Master said. “Countering the human world was a full-blown racial blood war. Who knows how many strong individuals from our race took action. It’s not necessary that it had to be Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen. Whether such a stronger existed is one thing; Emperor Yuan Xi’s injuries were not fundamental, and less than a hundred years later, he was engaged in another peak great war. I

am more inclined to believe he repelled the One True Dao Master alone at that time. Furthermore, when Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen initially went to the Chaos Sea, he clearly had not transcended.”

Rat Jialan, for once, did not sing a different tune. “Sheep Bald Head is right. There are too many of these wild histories, empty talk of important matters, not worth using as evidence.”

As for Feather Zhen and Emperor Yuan Xi being political rivals, once locked in a life-and-death struggle, and then Feather Zhen giving up everything after the struggle and venturing into the Chaos Sea, which was almost like exile, there was no reason for him to actively rescue his enemy upon his return… They did not mention this.

Because with Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen’s breadth of mind, in the midst of a racial war, he was perfectly capable of doing something like rescuing a former political enemy.

“I agree with Lan Ruo girl’s guess,” Deer Seven Lang, who was stroking the bronze cauldron, said. “Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen being able to return safely and leisurely come and go in the Chaos Sea, isn’t that proof of transcendence in itself?”

“The Heavenly Demon can also do this,” Sheep Yu Master said. “Our sect’s Bodhisattva Peng Ni Lai once completed the great feat of venturing into and returning from the Chaos Sea alone.”

Deer Seven Lang said, “To Bodhisattva Peng Ni Lai, this is a great feat. To Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen, he quietly came and went, causing no ripples. The difference between these, is it not obvious?”

These exceptional demon race heavenly prides were discussing historical secrets here, and they discussed them seriously.

Jiang Wang, in the mirror world, listened in a daze.

Who was the One True Dao Master?

Having stayed in the Demon World for so long, he naturally knew how great an existence Emperor Yuan Xi was to the demon race.

And this One True Dao Master, who had actually infiltrated the demon race military camp alone, almost assassinated Emperor Yuan Xi, and successfully curbed the demon race’s offensive, must also have been a great legend of the human race!

No matter how little I read, I’ve read several baskets of history books, so why is this name so strange to me?

Some history might be erased in the human race, but the demon race might not help the human race cover it up. The converse is also true. The evil deeds of the demon race in ancient times are piled high like mountains in the human race, but on that “Taigu Jingchuan,” there might not be a single word seen.

During this period of struggling for survival in the Demon World, Jiang Wang had indeed cross-referenced quite a few historical memories. He understood that understanding history required listening to both sides to gain clarity. It wasn’t about who wrote more words, but who was genuinely credible. Truth exists objectively, but it is not necessarily preserved. The so-called historical truth, in many cases, is only limited to a certain perspective.

The first sentence of the preface to “Shi Dao Zao Hai” written by the ancient sage Sima Heng, “A clumsy person only views history and gains self-knowledge. No boat can cross, sharpen a knife to carve the sea.”

Truly captures the awe of history.

When Jiang Wang first read it, he also felt solemn respect. But only after experiencing more could he slightly understand where that awe from the heart truly came from.

Even standing higher, one must look up at the stars. And even if one steps into the star river, one must still recall history.

For now, he suppressed his doubts.

The name of this One True Dao Master, if he could return to the present world, he would naturally have the opportunity to explore.

Spider Lan Ruo spoke again at this time. “My reason for guessing that Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen once took action at that time is not limited to just one matter.”

“After the assassination at that time, Emperor Yuan Xi repeatedly expressed his intention to retire and yield to the wise, both in public and private. But looking around the demon world at that time, who deserved Emperor Yuan Xi’s ‘wise’ remark?”

“In his later years, Emperor Yuan Xi spoke of the three proudest moments of his life. The second was his contest with Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen. Emperor Yuan Xi was already an existence at the absolute peak. If Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen had not achieved something, why would he constantly remember him?”

Sheep Yu Master was already convinced.

Of course, there could still be many rebuttals.

For example, the struggle for the position of Demon Emperor was the most crucial and evenly matched struggle of Emperor Yuan Xi’s life, which naturally made it difficult for him to forget and didn’t necessarily explain anything.

But from the blank left by history, to this destroyed Heavenly Demon Altar, and then to this bronze cauldron suspected to have been transformed from Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen’s physical body.

Indeed, it is impossible to find a more reasonable and fitting historical picture than what Spider Lan Ruo described to fill in the gaps one by one.

Finally, he could only say, “Success lies in reflection!”

Rat Jialan even added, “Strength lies in fate!”

All the demons were immersed in that historical period, both feeling the greatness of Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen and being shocked by the power of the human race. What kind of terrifying existence was that One True Dao Master who had infiltrated the military camp alone to assassinate the emperor?

Had he, like Emperor Yuan Xi, already drawn his curtain? Or was he still alive, and had become even more powerful with time?

The masked Taiping Ghost Messenger, however, remained very calm. His entire body of fat did not tremble in the slightest.

Taiping Dao Master divided his mind into billions, and a single wisp of divided mind was enough to support him in contending for dominance in God Xiao. What kind of inconceivable power was that?

The human race has the One True Dao Master, the demon race has the Taiping Dao Master, so they haven’t lost anything!

At this moment, a faint voice rang out.

“If what Lan Ruo girl said is the truth of history… Of course, I myself also approve of this kind of deduction.”

All the demons turned their heads and saw Snake Gu Yu standing at the edge of the platform.

This was likely the first time she had taken the initiative to speak since the demons had gathered, thus moving herself away from being ‘ignored’.

Sinister red patterns climbed up her neck. Her purple hair and beautiful face swayed with charming grace in front of the cloud sea.

“Then the problem arises.”

She slowly asked, “If Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen had already transcended and reached the absolute peak, why would he still be within this God Xiao world, turning himself into a Heavenly Demon Altar?”

“Even… was he a voluntary offering, or was he buried by someone?”

“And this Heavenly Demon Altar, who destroyed it?”

These three questions were each harder to answer than the last, and each one caused the demons who contemplated them to shiver with cold.

Yes. If Grand Ancestor Feather Zhen had already achieved the absolute peak and, after returning from the Chaos Sea, had even taken action to save Emperor Yuan Xi once, why would he still be in this Heavenly Demon Altar?

An existence who had reached the absolute peak, how could he die so silently, die even without anyone being able to confirm whether he had transcended!

This was too unreasonable, completely inexplicable.

Could it be that Lan Ruo’s deductions were not the true historical truth?

Standing on the damaged steps of the Heavenly Demon Altar, Spider Lan Ruo looked back at Snake Gu Yu.

One like a secluded orchid, the other like a radiant moon, two kinds of beauty remotely corresponding.

Spider Lan Ruo slowly said, “The questions Red Moon King asked are also what I am concerned about. I cannot give an answer now, but I think the answer should be within this God Xiao world.”

The two beautiful female demons looked at each other, one leaning on the cloud sea, the other leaning on the altar, truly a magnificent scene.

Deer Seven Lang, who was just appreciating the view, suddenly turned his head and looked at the spark of fire inside the bronze cauldron.

A voice, indistinguishable as male or female, rang out.

It resonated through time and space. Bringing confusion and bewilderment—

“God?”

This question continued for millions of years!

Asking the world, what is called “God!?”

As this voice rang out, behind Snake Gu Yu, a colossal god statue with three heads and six arms rose from the sea of clouds!

This was not unique.

Soon came a second one, a third one, a fourth one…

Some held objects, some had green faces and red eyes, some wore dharmic robes, some were bare-chested…

The demon race’s god path was prosperous, and all demons were not unfamiliar with gods.

The Seal God Platform in Taigu Imperial City itself continuously created gods, and there were also quite a few demons who specialized in cultivating the god path. Those registered in the books and recognized by Taigu Imperial City were all considered proper gods. They claimed to have “Created Book Twenty Thousand Li, Thirty Thousand Three Thousand Gods.”

Besides, in every domain and place, small god path sects also emerged endlessly. The unrecognized evil gods were far more numerous than the proper gods.

In Mo Yun City alone, these so-called god sects were constantly rising and falling. Pig Great Force, as the Taiping Ghost Messenger, went to slaughter gods and exterminate ghosts; he had work every night and fundamentally could not finish killing them.

But when had they ever seen so many, when had there ever been such a magnificent scene?

At this moment, all the demons saw—

Divine glory shone, and divine mountains flowed around.

Continuously surging into their vision were mud sculptures, golden bodies, one after another… Gods!

In the sea of clouds, god statues floated and sank!

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