Soon enough.
Kreis's bad feeling became reality.
Ashamai shook his head regretfully.
"Just recently, the Blood Demon God Lord gave the Xuanming Secret Realm quota to Black."
Kreis's heart sank.
Over the past few years, the Three Great Demon Gods had achieved nothing on the battlefield against humanity. Their advance had been halted by a feeble race, provoking dissatisfaction among the lords of the Ancestral Land.
He had heard that, for this opening of the Xuanming Secret Realm, the Three Great Demon Gods each had only one nomination slot. Anyone else who wanted to enter would have to rely on their own Family's money and resources.
But the price of doing that was far too steep.
Kreis had wanted to secure the Blood Demon God's nomination, but who could have imagined...
Some Black who had appeared out of nowhere had snatched it away.
What gave him the right?!
What gave him the right?!
"Alas, it truly is unfortunate that Young Master Kreis and Black were born in the same era, and even serve under the same Blood Demon God. The more outstanding Black becomes, the more favor he receives, and the more your brilliance is eclipsed, Kreis."
"What's more, Black even wants to steal your brother Lord Christian's place in the Blood Demon God Lord's heart. Alas..."
There was a barely perceptible hint of manipulation in Ashamai's voice.
"The path of cultivation is like rowing upstream. Fall behind once, and you fall behind at every step. If he gets ahead of you in seizing this opportunity at Illusion Star Lake as well... I'm afraid no one among the younger generation of the Blood Demon Guard will remember your name anymore, Kreis. Can you accept that?"
"I can't!"
Kreis was thoroughly fired up, his eyes bloodshot.
But a shred of reason