Unlike the earlier puppets that mechanically repeated their actions, however, this projection seemed to possess some intelligence.
And so Qin Yan began probing.
"Senior Ancient Abyss Demon God, what is going on? Why has your projection appeared here?"
Qin Yan asked in a respectful, steady tone, voicing the questions that had troubled him for so long.
"Young one, since you passed the trial, your talent must rank among the very best in our Demon Race. As long as you do not perish, you will at least become a True Emperor. You are qualified to learn certain secrets."
In the air, the Ancient Abyss Demon God slowly began to speak.
His voice was deep and distant, like an echo that had traveled across the ages.
At his words, Qin Yan involuntarily grew more attentive.
Although Little Black also knew many secrets of the Demon Race, its knowledge leaned more toward information and records.
Little Black knew nothing of some of the Demon Race's major decisions.
Now that the Ancient Abyss Demon God was recounting these matters himself, this information was worth far more than any records.
The Ancient Abyss Demon God within the palace spoke slowly, his voice deep and weathered as he revealed some of the Demon Race's secrets.
"Back then, after the two Demon Race factions represented by Long Yuanming and the Demon Emperor fought a great war, our race's reserves were severely depleted. At that moment, the Ten Thousand Races united as never before and seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack."
Here, the Ancient Abyss Demon God paused. A trace of pain and resentment seemed to flash through his pure-white eyes.
Only after a moment did he continue. "The Ten Thousand Races had concealed their strength well. In that battle, they actually fielded one Peak Great