At Wang Qi's question, Jiao fell into deep thought.
At length, she said, "What you said, sir, how could I not understand it? It's just..."
"You're a smart person... demon... smart demon." Wang Qi tried two words, and neither felt quite right. He cleared his throat and continued, "You should understand that form is not what matters most. What matters is its essence..."
"Then what is the inner 'energy' of us Demon Race?" Jiao lowered her head. "That is not easy to say."
Geng, whose "cultural level" was the lowest, could not understand what the two of them were talking about. The Early Demon Race was unaccustomed to this sort of roundabout riddle-speaking. He asked directly, "What exactly are you talking about?"
"What Mr. Wang means is... the Demon Race is not a bloodline lineage, but a cultural concept. Any living being that accepts demon culture may be considered part of the Demon Race—you do not even need to accept everything about demon culture, only its more core elements." Jiao said, "Even we do not wholly approve of everything the Demon Emperor and Demon Sovereign did. Their Majesties have admitted their mistakes more than once, then changed the entire race. So long as the core is not lost, so long as those bones are not lost, one may still be considered Demon Race."
"Mm, so... could it be..." Geng glanced at Wang Qi. "Sir, do you mean that the human race should take up the Demon Race's torch?"
The "Demon Race" was a cultural concept. If they truly had to rely on wild beasts naturally demonizing and accumulating high-level individuals, then even tens of millions of years might not be enough to form a demon civilization. At the simplest level, without acquired guidance to overcome innate dispositions, wolf demons and