"So, the one who wielded Doomsday Yellow Springs was the savior mentioned in the Blood Race's divine oracle?" Xu Kun asked the crucial question.
"That's right. Ancestor Casius's divine soul was shattered, and his divine body was dismembered. Yet he believed that someone sharing his conviction would enter the world someday. Only Doomsday Yellow Springs could awaken the abilities slumbering within the Blood Race's bloodline."
Dao Thunder Celestial Venerable spoke solemnly. "My Blood Race grew amid filth. After stripping away our bloodline abilities back then, we gradually declined into obscurity."
"We saved the world, but those pure demons were ultimately not accepted by it."
"The fruits of victory belonged to those angels and demons who had cleansed their names. Demons without demon wings or demon fangs were unworthy of enjoying those fruits of victory."
It was far too realistic. The small group of demons who had overthrown the Lord's rule, suppressed the angels, and awakened the bloodthirsty demons were cast aside precisely because they had relinquished the innate abilities of their bloodlines.
Just like that saying: if I picked up the sword, I would hurt you; if I put it down, I could no longer protect you.
"So the Blood Race essentially bore a grudge against what the angels and demons did back then?"
"Of course!" Dao Thunder Celestial Venerable answered firmly. "That is why, in this era, my Blood Race took the wrong path."
"We had already forgotten the divine oracle of the God of Slaughter, Casius, that remained in our bloodline. So one day, when someone drew us in under the name of demons, we became like those demons who drank angel blood and turned bloodthirsty and cruel. We set foot on a road of no return."
Xu Kun froze, suddenly realizing something.
"In other words, the Devil