To purge all the world's corruption, the Dao Court had instead lifted the seal on all the world's corruption.
It sounded like some kind of [Fate]-ordained arrangement, a coincidence so absurd it was almost laughable.
But for some reason, An Jing didn't think so.
Perhaps all of this... wasn't a coincidence.
Moreover, An Jing keenly sensed a deeper meaning behind Fuxie's words.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at the hazy sword shadow before him. "Fuxie, are you saying... that until now, the Heavenly Demons had always been sealed away?"
"Perhaps. We know very little about it."
Fuxie's phantom shook gently, admitting it frankly. "I was born later, An Jing. This time, it's not that 'I don't remember.' I truly don't know—the records passed down by the Dao Court say no more than this."
An Jing nodded slightly and asked no more.
At last, the threads of cause and effect were beginning to untangle.
The Dao Court was an immortal and divine organization originating in the distant past, with a history of unimaginable age and power that had flourished beyond measure.
The Huaixu Dao Court of today was merely one of its countless branches, founded by the first Heavenly Emperor of the ancient Dao Court, 'Great Immortal Huaixu,' with his own hands. Jinyuantian, meanwhile, was a platform for connecting the various Dao Courts.
In some ancient era, the Dao Court's pioneers, while studying the nature of 'demons,' realized that 'demons' were not simply 'material entities.'
That meant the essence of 'demons' wasn't something material—not rock, nor flesh and blood, nor even energy. 'Demons' were pure concepts, independent of the universe. Their very existence naturally gave rise to all manner of chaos and corruption.
And the truth was even more terrifying.
'Demons' were the 'archetype' of all 'chaos and corruption,'