One young member of the Demon Race and two others, likewise from remote regions, stood beneath the complicated gazes of everyone in their tribe.
Following that King Ming envoy whose aura ran abyss-deep, they embarked on the journey to the legendary Tianshu Demon Academy.
The road proved far harsher and longer than he had imagined.
Yet wherever the powerful envoy passed, every vicious beast retreated three paces.
For the first time, he felt so deeply just how vast the world was.
And for the first time, he witnessed the terrifying power contained in the envoy's every gesture.
It was a power that set his heart yearning.
It was strength tenfold, a hundredfold more terrifying than the chieftain's.
A demonic beast that had once sent their entire tribe fleeing for their lives
was wiped out by that envoy with a mere wave of his hand.
"..."
Li Xuanxiao's divine sense remained wrapped around him like invisible threads.
He watched him wear the soles of his feet raw on rugged mountain paths without uttering a sound.
When crossing rivers, he forced down his instinctive terror before the roiling muddy waves; on freezing nights, he shivered beneath a thin animal hide...
Such trials were themselves part of growing up.
With the envoy's protection, his safety was indeed guaranteed to the utmost extent.
Along the way, they gradually joined up with young members of the Demon Race selected by other tribes.
The group steadily expanded, all manner of demons gathering together, carrying the marks and different auras of their respective tribes.
He silently observed them, instinctively remaining vigilant. It was a habit he had developed amid the brutal conditions of his tribe.
"..."
Two months later.
Travel-worn and dusty,
they finally arrived at the royal court.
The sight before them rendered every young demon