In Cloud-Brushing City, Tiger Taisui was beside himself with joy.
His wild laughter rang through the night sky, nearly drowning out the entire Skybreath Wasteland.
Sitting at the breach in the wall, he no longer possessed even a trace of his usual deep solemnity and majesty.
This was too exhilarating!
The enormous price he had paid back then had truly bought him a supreme treasure from the battlefield... it had been more than worth it!
He could not help but rejoice.
How many years of planning, how many years of painstaking labor? Carrying an ideal no one would understand, he had forsaken the comfortable life of the lord of the Purple Wasteland Hills—how far had he walked alone?
And now, it could finally be done!
Just how difficult was it to create an entirely new race?
This was an act approaching the Dao; even those at the pinnacle of transcendence could scarcely achieve it.
One need only delve into the hidden secrets of history and see what toil the ancient sages had expended to create the Human Race.
At the height of the Demon Race's prosperity, the Heavenly Court had pressed down upon all directions, ruling the myriad heavens and worlds.
To consolidate their rule, the ancient sages of the Demon Race plumbed the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao above and investigated the principles of nature below. Taking the perfect Demon Race as their template, they created "humans," beings who could hold up heaven and stand upon earth. As servants of the Demon Race, they assisted the Demon Race's Heavenly Court in governing all the heavens.
That they were later bitten back by the Human Race was, of course, a colossal accident.
The Demon Race paid the most brutal price for its arrogance and recklessness.
But no one could deny