The shadowy forest, the solemn stone stele, Yuan Mengji skulking about, that mysterious tone...
Chai Asi shuddered and became wary as well.
He had the distinct feeling that the shadow in the woods was somehow wrong, like the gloom cast down by some fallen Dragon Race being.
The Demon Race and the Dragon Race were irreconcilable enemies!
That was what everyone said, anyway. Upon discovering traces of the Dragon Race, one ought to pounce immediately. But his strength was insufficient; he had to preserve his useful body for the Demon Race. Keeping far away was still the wisest course.
No matter how much they despised the Dragon Race, they had to acknowledge the Dragon Race's strength.
The Demon Race was indeed a race favored by heaven, its hundred clans and thousand kinds each possessing their own strengths. Yet their strengths and weaknesses differed, and there would always be a ranking... No matter how one arranged it, the Dragon Race stood among the very highest.
Unable to contact the exalted one, Chai Asi had no confidence in facing them himself. Looking at Yuan Mengji's cowardly state, he clearly was no good either.
"Young Master Yuan, how about we walk a little faster?" Chai Asi suggested softly.
Yuan Mengji nodded, lowering his voice as well. "It's not that we're afraid of anything. Mainly, we're in a hurry."
The two demons crept past the stone stele without a sound.
And passed through that stretch of time as well.
The final Demon Emperor of the Ancient Era had already perished in the process of opening the Demon Realm. Perishing with him were his blood relatives. Thereafter, all traces vanished. What remained in the world were only one hundred and eight Demon Life Treasure Pearls, and this stable new world.
With that Ancient Era Demon