Although Zhu Yan had long prepared himself to face this Hundred-Billion Flying Sword, although he had already regarded poverty as home and even transferred part of his assets in advance.
When Zhang Yu's sword truly came slashing toward him, Zhu Yan still could not help feeling his heart pound and his courage quake.
What if the transferred assets were seized?
What if the Heavenly Demon Immortal Emperor failed to deliver on his promise?
Wallet wiped clean, accounts frozen, companies bankrupt, Dharma Skeletons sold off, physical body dismantled... one horrifying vision after another of descending into poverty surged through his mind.
But Zhu Yan knew he could not retreat!
He had finally found a chance to cling to the Heavenly Demon Immortal Emperor's thigh, participate in an Immortal Emperor Dao Struggle, render great merit, join in establishing a new Dao Orthodoxy, and become a demon above demons. He absolutely could not let it slip away.
He did not want to spend his entire life cowering in the Myriad Laws Sect, secretly called sect-born livestock by certain Human Race supremacists. He did not want to remain forever beneath the feet of these humans, nor did he want to remain forever unable to rise, unable to scale the peak of the Immortal Dao.
"Why have you never let me become an ascension cultivator?"
"Were those Sect Affairs Officers promoted over the years, those cultivators who entered the Ascension Realm, really all more outstanding than me?"
"Or is it because of my Demon Descendant identity that you Myriad Laws Sect people have always excluded me? That you refuse to give me a place in Ascension?"
The longer Zhu Yan cultivated in the Myriad Laws Sect, the more he could feel that Demon Descendants within the sect always had an invisible ceiling over their heads.