"Lightless Heavenly Devil Emperor?"
Heart Demon Thunder Emperor stroked his chin. "Doesn't sound like a good name..."
"Of course not."
Lu Yuan nodded without hesitation.
There was nothing good about the Extraterrestrial Evil God Race.
Though he did not want to jump to conclusions.
There were many things he had no choice but to acknowledge.
The very existence of the Extraterrestrial Evil God Race was an original sin.
The fact that they could passively contaminate spiritual energy and turn it into the Demonic Qi spoken of by cultivators in the Myriad Heavens meant that every creature of the Extraterrestrial Evil God Race had to die. There was no room for negotiation, even if some among them harbored goodwill.
After all, it was passive.
If it were active.
The Myriad Heavens would merely have one more revolting race.
Because, in a sense.
Demonic Qi and poisonous gas worked in much the same way.
Both altered the surrounding environment to kill their opponents.
Wherever Demonic Qi passed.
All spiritual energy was contaminated.
A cultivator within it was like a fish living in water that was suddenly thrown into a swamp. It would not die immediately, but claiming it would not die would also be nonsense. It could only struggle endlessly in agony, turning itself into a fish covered in mud. Then, once its gills—the filter—became clogged, it would become a corpse like all the other dead bodies in the mire, before being swallowed by the swamp and sinking into the mud.
To put it more plainly.
Wherever Demonic Qi spread.
Cultivators would be assimilated bit by bit.
The specific countermeasure was to find and kill the source of the Demonic Qi—in other words, kill the members of the Extraterrestrial Evil God Race.
Assimilation itself was not necessarily unacceptable.
But who wanted to