The eight Demons of Creation used space as their eyes and time as their bodies. They existed within the world, watching us.
These powerful beings, I called the revered Creators. Whether you were a mighty human or a supreme deity, you were as insignificant as dust before them.
If you gained even a sliver of their power, you would become mightier than those gods!
The reason we could not see them was that they had fallen into a deep slumber. And I was going to wake them!
The age of demons would come at last. Awaken, demons!
The words recorded on the stone book ended there, but Ning Fengzhi was unable to calm down for a long time after reading them.
What followed were Ning Xiaoyao's conjectures about the demons, and they were far from optimistic. He defined the demons as the world's evil side, with the gods representing its good side.
Even if the demons existed, the gods would destroy them. Otherwise, the world would never have come to exist.
He had also concluded that the person who wanted to awaken the demons was evil and sought to destroy the world, but had failed and turned into a stone statue. So he had hidden the statue away, preventing anyone from finding it.
Ning Fengzhi's brows knitted together.
If Senior Xiaoyao's theory was right, then only gods could deal with the demons?
And the gods couldn't kill them, only seal them away. After all, if the gods could kill demons, no one would try to awaken them again.
Ning Fengzhi thought of the person who had tried to resurrect the demons. Although he had failed, it was unclear whether he had failed on his own or whether the gods had intervened.
Still, Ning Fengzhi thought the latter was far more likely.
Considering the recent actions of Spirit Hall, the only faction on the continent with a confirmed divine inheritance, it seemed even more likely that the gods feared the demons.
The gods... feared the demons?
Ning Fengzhi broke out in a cold sweat. He was so tense he could barely breathe.
If all this was true, then the greatest calamity in Douluo Continent's history had arrived!
Because the Demons of Creation had already been resurrected!
Quick! Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu!
Ning Fengzhi turned around, froze for a moment, then hurriedly shouted, "Someone! Go get Sword Douluo..."
The end was nigh. They had to prepare in advance.
Meanwhile, in the imperial palace of the Heaven Dou Empire.
"Your Majesty, I believe Spirit Hall is acting this way to flaunt its strength. It is a sign of its boundless ambition! This talk of demons is nothing but a fabrication!"
The minister cupped his hands and replied with utter confidence.
Emperor Xue Ye sat high upon his throne, his faded eyes calmly sweeping over those below as he pondered what the minister had just said.
At the front of the crowd below, Xue Qinghe stood straight as a pine, like a crane among chickens, a graceful young noble. But in truth, she was Spirit Hall's young mistress, Qian Renxue.
In secret, Qian Renxue was also baffled that her grandfather would say something like this.
"Could Grandpa really be trying to promote Spirit Hall's strength?" Her lovely brows furrowed slightly.
The Star Luo Empire, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and factions both great and small—even the Clear Sky Sect—had all taken notice of Spirit Hall's actions, but not one of them took the matter seriously.
Demons? Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones?
Who were they trying to fool, children? If they really had a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, would they give it away as a reward? Obviously fake!
"Spirit Hall is getting more shameless by the day."
In the Clear Sky Sect, Sect Master Tang Xiao spoke with scorn, a trace of hatred in his eyes. If it weren't for Spirit Hall, his younger brother wouldn't have been forced to leave.
"Xiao Hao, where did you go? Come back!" He clenched his fists, worry in his voice.
Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in Nuoding City, at the Junior Spirit Master Academy...
"Teacher, are there really demons?"
In the staff dormitory, Tang San asked Grandmaster in confusion.
Yu Xiaogang frowned and sternly reprimanded him. "Xiao San, I want you to understand this clearly. There are only humans and Soul Beasts in this world. No other creatures exist."
"Demons? It's nothing but fake news Spirit Hall is using to deceive people! Utterly ridiculous!"
"Yes, Teacher. I was wrong!" Tang San lowered his head and apologized, his face flushed with shame.
Teacher was the greatest theoretician in the world. What he taught could not be wrong. There were only humans and Soul Beasts in this world—nothing else!
He repeated it to himself once more.
"That's right, Xiao San. After you graduate tomorrow, go straight to this school!"
"Shrek Academy?"
Tang San took the address and letter of introduction, then examined them curiously.
In Spirit Hall's secret chamber.
Shendu felt the divine power gathering within his body and laughed in bliss.
"Now this is what it means to be a god! Compared to before, my divine power now flows like water from a faucet, while my old divine power was no more than morning dew on a leaf—short and feeble!"
"Excellent, excellent! Keep it up! This is only the first wave. The big harvest is still to come!" He was bursting with excitement.
For now, all the divine power he had gained came from those loyal to Qian Daoliu in Spirit Hall. These diehard fans believed everything Qian Daoliu said and had no ability to judge for themselves.
Hundreds of people had already generated divine power for him as soon as the news of the demons' existence came out. After half a day of spreading, that number had grown to tens of thousands.
Most people had contributed only a tiny bit of divine power, clearly because they didn't truly believe yet. But quantity could bring about a qualitative change. As the news spread, more and more people would believe, and he would gain even more divine power.
When the time came, besides using that divine power to make new patches, he could also set some aside to track down his Talismans.
The Talismans were the true divine test, the key to his becoming a god.
"Once I get a little more divine power, I'll see if I can find the Sacred Dragon Carving. The Dragon Clan has guarded the Sacred Dragon Carving for generations? That's a pretty good story."
He had always written diary entries before and had never forcibly changed the world. Given the chance, he wanted to see just how much divine power it would take to create a Dragon Clan.
As he was thinking this...
In Suotuo City, at Shrek Academy, Dai Mubai sat by the window, holding the Sacred Dragon Carving in one hand and a palm-sized Talisman in the other, puzzled.
"Is this what it was looking for? What the hell is this?" He lifted the Talisman and examined it closely.
In the sunlight, two tigers carved into it seemed almost lifelike.
The next second...
"Ah!"
After a piercing stab of pain, Dai Mubai clutched his hand and stumbled away from the table. Only half of the Talisman remained in his hand.
Beside him, another, identical Dai Mubai was grinning evilly, his face twisted.
The two Dai Mubais stared at each other. What was going on?
"So this Talisman can completely strip away all the saintly feelings inside you? That's incredible! I feel completely light and free now!"
Black Dai Mubai grinned wickedly, his voice full of excitement.
"Nonsense! I'm obviously the real one!" the other Dai Mubai snapped angrily.
And so, amid their argument, they made their way to the dean's office.
"Bam—"
"Flender, get your ass out here!" Dai Mubai kicked the door open and swaggered inside with a wicked grin.
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