"The king sent me to patrol the mountain; I'll take a turn around the mortal world..."
The cheerful, nimble song awakened Central Capital City in early spring. The newsboys' voices were clear as they sang about a little demon patrolling the mountains. The tune was simple, and anyone could hum along after hearing it once. Especially the great demons from the Southern Wastes stationed in the capital—they all felt the warmth of home.
It was the second month in the Southern Wastes. The flowers in their homeland must have bloomed too.
"They actually released a brand-new little song!"
"Looks like this update of Journey to the West is going to be packed with good stuff!"
"Fuck, have the Demon Race all gone mad? Every seat at Morning Awakening Teahouse sold out yesterday!"
"My friend, didn't you notice the strange phenomenon at Duke Anguo's Mansion yesterday? Three Ancestor Demon phantoms appeared in succession!"
"Three? Then the Demon Race must be over the moon!"
At the very beginning, the people of Great Xuan had been quite confused by Chen Luo granting the Demon Race Heavenly Dao Bloodlines through Journey to the West. Some had even voiced their opposition.
After all, "Those who are not of our race will harbor different intentions!"
Although the Demon Race and the Human Race were both living beings beneath the heavens, and there were races like Qingqiu that were friendly toward humans, ever since humanity had risen, the battles between humans and demons had never stopped.
Not to mention the distant past—in Emperor Wu's time, tigers and wolves had invaded the borders, raising an army of a million demons to march north. Countless human soldiers had charged forward one after another, their bones buried along the frontier. Even now, Prince Jing's Manor in the south still