...Demons...
Of the line of writing, Chu Qing recognized only one character. The rest were twisted, wreathed in flames, impossible to make out.
But he was already quite satisfied.
After all, it was far better than before, when he could not see a thing.
"Greetings, Great Lord Qing!"
One Demon Race member after another lined up at the foot of the mountain, kowtowing once every three steps as they climbed Miracle Palace, all the way to worship at Chu Qing's feet.
Because:
These Demon Race members had discovered that ever since Chu Qing had ordained them as the Demon Race, they had grown stronger, and their minds seemed to have become a little sharper.
Somewhere in the unseen, they sensed that this man was extraordinarily important to them.
Therefore:
They instinctively and voluntarily came to worship him.
When Madam Jin saw this, her heart stirred, and she immediately summoned the Construction Gods and Devils skilled in painting.
"Paint this scene."
The Construction Gods and Devils dared not refuse. They immediately grew over three hundred and sixty hands, seized brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, and meticulously painted the scene.
They even rendered the features of every Demon Race member who had come to worship with perfect clarity.
Madam Jin's thoughts turned, and she said to Nangong, "Record today's scene."
"Then send it to every empire on the continent, so they can enter it into their historical records."
Nangong blinked, charm flowing through her gaze. "I haven't written anything in a long time."
Madam Jin rapped her on the head. "Idiot, I'll write it myself."
Very soon, premium brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were delivered.
Nangong bent over and used her back as a table, allowing Madam Jin to stand behind her and write.
Madam Jin found the posture rather strange. It