Within the glittering heart of the tribe, inside a crystalline palace inlaid with pearls and jade, the lights shone brilliantly.
A figure sat cross-legged in the center of the palace. He wore black robes, his black hair draped over his shoulders. His features were soft, and the divine light in his eyes was restrained, carrying a trace of warmth.
Not far before him, more than a dozen youths sat on the floor. The youngest looked no more than seven or eight.
Watching these youths, Sha Lie's expression was gentle, without the slightest trace of the murderous aura he had displayed on the battlefield. He patiently taught them one by one and answered their questions.
"Granduncle, does that mean we won't have to obey the purebloods anymore?"
A golden-haired boy asked in a low voice. He looked fifteen or sixteen, heroic and imposing, with an aura that pressed upon others. He was among the oldest of them, and the bloodline of a demon god flowed through him.
"Of course. The future of the Lingyang Realm will be decided by all of you." Sha Lie nodded with a smile.
These youths were the foundation of the demigod race's future, the backbone upon which the prosperity of an entire race rested.
"Then can I go find my mother?"
The moment Sha Lie finished speaking, a girl of about twelve or thirteen asked with a trace of yearning:
"I've never seen my mother since I was born. My father said that because she was a pureblood, the divine race wouldn't allow them to marry. Can I go see her now?"
"This..." Sha Lie hesitated briefly before finally nodding firmly. "As long as you work hard at cultivation, that day will come."
"I've never seen my mother either. My father left home when I was