The Fallen Demon (56)

Before An Jing stood a strange, swollen humanoid dripping with black, tar-like slime, its abyssal mouth curled into a smile. At its side stood a beautiful woman, her skin white as snow and covered in scales, nearly naked, her body hidden only by a pair of wings. Her face was expressionless, and only her pale golden eyes watched him with curiosity.

In the cold woman's arms, an ice-blue little dragon gazed impassively at An Jing—or rather, at the broken sword Fuxie manifested in his hand.

Xiuming, Jiexin, Kuji. The three Great Heavenly Demons most deeply entangled with An Jing had manifested their fundamental forms within this Heavenly Demon space, confronting him.

[Bearer of Heavenly Fate]

As one of the rare Heavenly Demons whose thoughts closely resembled those of humans—and which often devoured and fused with humans—Xiuming smilingly named An Jing's identity as one who bore Heavenly Fate. From its abyss-like mouth came a bright chorus of voices, impossible to distinguish as male or female: [We originally intended to contact you at Mingguang Peak, but who would have thought that you would eradicate so many Demon People without giving us a chance to meet you?]

[And now, we have not come to fight you either—though if you wish to fight, we are willing—we merely wish to ask you a question.]

[If you knew that we wished to help you this time, what would you think?]

"Help us?"

Hearing this, both An Jing and Fuxie were stunned for a moment. They could never believe such a thing, yet if the Heavenly Demons wished to lie, they would never tell such a clumsy lie. An Jing furrowed his brow. "You mean that when you corrupted the Ghost Gods, Yulun, and True Monarch Yangui, you were trying to help us?"

[At that time, our