One day.
Outside Penglai Island, a Mystic Immortal from the Demon Race gathered with several others. They huddled together, whispering about something.
"Have you heard? Our Mo Huang is going to proclaim himself emperor!"
"Proclaim himself emperor? What do you mean?"
"I get it! You mean he wants to take the Heavenly Emperor's throne!?"
At that, several little demons shuddered.
"Are you kidding? Mo Huang wants to be emperor? What happens to the Heavenly Emperor, then? Don't make things up!"
"Make things up? Have you ever heard of a vassal growing too powerful for his lord? Mo Huang's prestige among the Demon Race has already surpassed that of the other Four Emperors!"
"But Mo Huang is the Heavenly Emperor's brother!"
"Plenty of brothers have turned against each other. When our Demon Race gets hungry, don't we often eat our own brothers? Even the Three Pure Ones fell out."
Before long, for some reason, rumors like these began spreading.
"Did you hear? Mo Huang is going to take the Heavenly Emperor's throne and become Lord of the Demon Court!"
"Are you kidding? That can't be true! I'm sure it's impossible!"
"It's entirely possible! Tell me, if it really happens, whose side will you take? If we end up on opposite sides, don't blame me for drawing my blade and cutting you down. I won't treat you like a brother!"
"Of course I'll support Mo Huang! He's the great hero in my heart! Our Demon Race could practically say it's been held up by him alone."
"I'll support Mo Huang too. Then we brothers can keep getting along."
"Damn you all! I support the Heavenly Emperor! Come on, let's fight!"
Rumors of this sort first began circulating among the ordinary little demons.
On a small island in the East Sea, inside a