The Blue Ox Demon was on the verge of going mad. It could not stop itself from roaring, "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!!"
The other two demons were the same. This had struck far too violently at their worldview.
How could something like this be possible?
Cultivation was no child's play. It was not something one could succeed at merely by having the thought.
They might be powerful now as demons, but they themselves knew best just how difficult the road had been.
From the moment they were born, they had gone through countless life-and-death crises. Even though their spiritual intelligence had yet to awaken back then, they still remembered every scene with perfect clarity.
The hardships accumulated in every step forward were utterly beyond the imagination of others.
For an ox to become a demon was already a one-in-ten-thousand chance.
For a demon to grow from a minor demon into a great demon was a one-in-a-hundred chance.
In other words, behind every great demon at their level lay nearly a million corpses.
That horrifying number alone was enough to show just how difficult it was to reach their level.
How bloody and cruel the path of cultivation truly was.
And the cruelest part was that, at their level, they had only just broken free of the most basic tier. They had not even traveled half of this terrifying road.
Above them were two more levels: demon soldiers and demon generals. Only after that could one enter the ultimate echelon of demons—the demon kings.
Yet even demon kings were not the end of this road. There was still more above them.
Thus, no one understood better than they did how much had been paid to reach the realm of great demons.
And now,