The demon race was not numerous, numbering fewer than a thousand throughout the entire Abyss Demon Region.
The four Great Devils in the grand hall were the actual leaders of the demon race.
Whenever an important decision arose, it was generally put to a vote among the four Great Devils.
"Of course I won't support you," Tu Te said with a solemn expression.
His gaze passed over Jia Lu's head and settled on the enormous mural behind him.
The mural depicted an old man holding a book, surrounded by countless demons. Beneath those demons were the countless True Gods of the God Realm.
Like the Divine Citizens, the demons also had objects of faith.
The object of their faith was an ordinary old man in the God Realm.
The old man's name was Wang Xi. Until the end of his lifespan, Wang Xi had remained merely a God Proving Martial Artist.
Since he had failed to prove the divine path, he naturally could not live forever in the God Realm.
To the God Realm, an ordinary Divine Citizen like him was no more than an insignificant existence.
If not for one idle act of Wang Xi's, it would have been utterly impossible for such enormous consequences to follow...
Wang Xi's talent for cultivation was mediocre.
Becoming a God Proving Martial Artist had already been his limit. He had no strength left to become a Lower True God.
As time passed, Wang Xi's lifespan gradually drew to its end.
Yet during his final years, he began compiling all kinds of legends.
The era in which Wang Xi lived happened to be not long after the disappearance of the Saint Race. The newly born Divine Citizens of the entire God Realm were still in the stage of dreaming.
The legends he compiled