Deep within Azure Dragon Mountain.
Two demons with human appearances stood in this place. Why call them demons?
Each had two horns atop their heads and scales scattered across their faces.
"Third Brother, you've been hiding out in this remote place since fleeing Qingyang County for so long. Isn't it time to go back?"
The eldest brother of the two looked at his third brother and spoke softly.
"Father is very displeased with what you've been doing!"
Lord of Azure Dragon Mountain—the younger of the two brothers—fell silent upon hearing this.
"Are you still dreaming of uniting all demons into a single race?" his eldest brother shouted.
"Look at yourself. You've been on Azure Dragon Mountain for so long—what have you achieved?"
"Without your strength keeping them suppressed, the demons of Azure Dragon Mountain will sooner or later return to their old ways of slaughtering one another!"
"Even now, how many of these demons truly believe in your ideals?"
His eldest brother questioned him one after another.
"You dream of uniting all demons into one race, of accomplishing such a goal!"
"What you need is not those soft, feeble ideals of yours, but absolute strength. Don't you understand that?"
"As long as you become the strongest demon!"
"Make every demon under heaven submit to your ideals!"
"Only then, perhaps after a thousand years, ten thousand years, might there be hope of uniting all demons into a single race!"
"Look at you now. You've been here for so long, yet you're still only at the Aperture Opening Realm!"
"With strength like yours, stop dreaming such dreams! Staying here is simply wasting your talent!"
Hearing his eldest brother's words, Lord of Azure Dragon Mountain clenched his fists tightly and said nothing.
He understood that his eldest brother was right.
The Demon Race