Demons—just the word was enough to make people shudder.
Nowadays, demons referred to creatures who had lost their reason and become addicted to slaughter. Most of them cultivated the techniques of the Ancient Demon Race.
But according to legend, demons had once been a race. They had been immensely powerful, the Protagonists of the Heavenly Dao before the demon race.
After the demon race declined, the demon race became the Protagonists of the Heavenly Dao, the Spirit of All Things. Then Xuan Dang created humanity, sparking another war that swept across the Three Thousand Worlds. In the end, humanity had the last laugh.
In recorded history, the demon race had always played the role of ruthless evildoers rejected by the Heavenly Dao. Yet from Mo Xuanzi's words, they did not seem as evil as the legends claimed.
"Hmph, that is the truth. Without the demon race during the Great Void Era, there would be no you and me today."
Mo Xuanzi snorted, wearing the lofty expression of someone who believed truth rested in the hands of the few.
Fairy Nan Su fell silent, unsure how to refute him.
Qin Jun asked doubtfully, "Was Emperor of Fate really that powerful?"
He had been a great power from at least hundreds of millions of years ago, yet the Prison of Fate he left behind was still a forbidden land. Qin Jun could not imagine what heights Emperor of Fate had reached.
Perfected Manifestation Saint Realm?
A Saint?
Mo Xuanzi shook his head and sighed. "Who knows? In any case, he was a legendary great power. His traces can be found throughout the starry cosmos."
Qiang Liang, Fuxi, and Zhao Gongming listened quietly, all deeply committing Emperor of Fate to memory.
They all possessed hearts that pursued strength. Now that they had learned