Facing Xue Chun's urging, Undead Demon God shook his head slightly, his eyes becoming more solemn.
"No, if you don't say it now, it will be too late later."
Seeing Father God's firm attitude and solemn expression, which did not seem to be false, Xue Chun could only suppress the eagerness in his heart.
He quickly gathered his thoughts and bowed his head.
"My child, I will obey Father God's instructions. Please give me some advice from Father God."
Undead Demon God slowly turned his head, his eyes fell back on the surging Blood Color Blood Sea, his eyes were deep, and he spoke slowly.
"Arno, since you were born, have you ever seriously thought about where we, Demon Race, come from?"
The sudden question made Xue Chun stunned for a moment, and his brain shut down briefly.
When did Father God stop talking about treasures, Divine Core, and plans for a comeback, and suddenly started talking about the origin of race?
This jump in style really catches people off guard.
He was slightly startled, thought for a moment, and then answered respectfully according to his conventional knowledge.
"My child is stupid and has never thought about this matter deeply. But when I think about it, Heavens and Myriad Races are similar. They mostly grow from weak sprouts, multiply and evolve step by step, and develop through hard work. I, Demon Race, am blessed with Bloodline. Talent, after eternity of reproduction, has reached the status of Heavens as the top force today."
This is the generally accepted standard answer, bland and taken for granted.
Undead Demon God did not respond to his guess and just continued to ask.
"Then do you know how Thirteen Demon Gods was born?"
This question completely confused Xue Chun.
Xue Chun is even more confused.
Thirteen Demon Gods... In his perception, Thirteen Demon Gods seemed to be born to exist. No one had ever thought about their origins, and even the historical records never mentioned any words about how they were born.
It's as if they are what they are now, with no place of origin and no past.
In the past, he only thought that the level of Demon God was too high and its origin was too ancient. Ordinary historical materials had no right to record it, so he never thought about it in depth.
But at this moment, when Father God asked him a serious question, an inexplicable strangeness and chill suddenly rose in my heart.
Undead Demon God's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling or sighing.
"Did you also notice? Thirteen Demon Gods seems to appear suddenly, with no origin, innate nourishment, no cause and effect, and no past. In fact... even we Thirteen Demon Gods ourselves don't know where we came from. In my memory, when I When I appeared, I was already Demon God. I have no memory of how I Godhood, how I grew up... I only remember that Thirteen Demon Gods is my brother, and we have a common father..."
Xue Chun muttered the name.
"Progenitor Lord..."
He paused for a moment, as if there were countless pieces in his mind that were slowly piecing together a pattern he had never seen before, but each piece made him feel a chill down his back.
"But how could this be? Is Father God's birth related to Progenitor Lord? You are..."
He didn't say the next few words.
That idea was so ridiculous that he felt that if he said it, it would become an irrevocable fact.
Undead Demon God said it for him, his tone as calm as if he was stating something that had already been confirmed.
"You guessed it right. We Thirteen Demon Gods were all created by Progenitor Lord. Not just Thirteen Demon Gods... all Demon Race were conceived by Progenitor Lord and came out of the Blood Sea. So he is absolutely right when he said that we are his children."
"This... how is this possible?!"
Xue Chun's body was shaken violently, and he retreated continuously. His eyes were full of absurdity and collapse, his three views were shattered, and his demons were subverted.
From a young age, he had thought that Demon Race was a top-level race that reproduced independently, was Bloodline noble, and Talent defied the heavens, and was a supreme ethnic group that relied on its own strength to establish Heavens.
But tell him now that all Demon Race, including the top-level Demon God, are all products created by others?
Then what are the Bloodline, Talent, power and honor that they are so proud of?!
Are they Demon Race independent creatures, or are they props, products, Puppet in the hands of others?!
Seeing his son's heart broken and his outlook completely ruined, Undead Demon God looked extremely calm, having long since faded away from the shock and despair of the past.
After tens of thousands of years, he had already completely accepted this cruel truth.
"There is no need to be so shocked. Heavens Myriad Races all have origins. I, Demon Race, are not a special case."
"Among the vast Divine Realms, Elf Race is world-famous. You should have heard about it. There are thousands of Elfs in the world, all of which were originally born from Life Ancient Tree. They continue to grow and thrive. Subsequent reproduction is just the icing on the cake."
"I, Demon Race, was conceived and formed by Progenitor relying on the creation of the Blood Sea. I have the same origin as Elf Race Ancient Tree and have the same essence."
This analogy seems transparent and reasonable, but Xue Chun still can't let it go, with mixed feelings and a chill in his heart.
He understands the rationale, but his emotions simply cannot accept it!
Xue Chun was silent for a while, as if trying to convince himself to accept this statement, but in the end he just said one sentence in a hoarse tone.
"Yeah... it's nothing strange."
What a fart, how could this not be strange?
Undead Demon God ignored his complicated expression, his eyes still fell on the vast Blood Sea, and he continued speaking in a faint tone.
"I tell you the origin of race today, not to make you dwell on the past or indulge in emotions, but to make you see clearly your own destiny and the dead end that we Demon Race are facing."
"Your past is destined by others, but your future is determined by yourself."
Xue Chun raised his head suddenly, his eyes blank and eager.
"Father God... what do you mean?"
"This starts with Night God’s Treasure itself."
Undead Demon God's tone was slightly raised.
"You should have heard of Lord Night God, right?"
"Of course I've heard of it!"
Xue Chun responded quickly.
"It is rumored that Night God is the powerful God King from eons ago. Even Progenitor Lord can have such a powerful power because of Night God’s Treasure."
Undead Demon God smiled coldly.
"Fart."
His tone was full of disdain and ridicule.
"Night God has always existed and has never fallen. How can Progenitor Lord 'get' the so-called Night God’s Treasure? That is just a fig leaf used by Progenitor to hide the public. In fact... all power comes from this Blood Sea."
He raised his hand and pointed at the vast Dark Red colored water in front of him, his tone was calm but determined.
"This Blood Sea looks like a sea, but it is actually Creation Divine Object. It originally belonged to Night God. However, our Progenitor Lord took advantage of Night God to be trapped and weak, While Night God was sleeping, he seduced Night God to stay and guard Blood Sea. It was a monster, and it stole something very important from this Blood Sea, and used that thing to secretly steal this Blood Sea's Creation Authority. Creation Authority... that is a great opportunity to obtain the great fortune of Heaven and Earth. When our Progenitor Lord understood Creation Authority, he also used this piece of the Blood Sea created Thirteen Demon Gods. At the same time, he continued to fuse and digest Creation Authority... and Demon Race was just the product born in the process of fusing Authority."
Demon Race, they are just a bunch of tools, a bunch of wretches.