Qin Yang did not care much about what the Demon Race in the Incense Realm was doing. Looking across the many great events of ancient times, there truly had not been any crucial moment where the Demon Race had stirred up trouble behind the scenes.
Were there members of the Demon Race with deep schemes and skill at laying plans? There had indeed once been a few ancestors who could rival some of the great figures among humanity.
Unfortunately, they had been dragged to their deaths by pig teammates.
In the end, the clans of those Demon Race big shots had all been wiped out.
The cultivation of the Demon Race was utterly different from that of humans. Their potential was their bloodline, their cultivation methods were their bloodline, and their secret arts and techniques were also their bloodline.
Basically, everything rested upon bloodline.
With that as the foundation, one could practically conclude that no one could possibly surpass the source of their bloodline.
Take the True Dragon Bloodline, for example. There had never been a descendant capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with a true dragon.
But humanity was different. Even a complete set of scriptures could at most pave the road up to before the Dao Monarch realm. To become a Dao Monarch, one had to rely on one's own understanding and accumulation. Only once every aspect was sufficient could one leap into a new great realm through that spark of inspiration and become a Dao Monarch.
The stronger one became, the more one depended on innate talent and natural constitution.
After reaching the Dao Monarch realm, wisdom and comprehension firmly took the top seat.
That was why humanity could produce the Twelve Masters, as well as quite a few beings only slightly inferior to the Twelve Masters