Everything had gone exactly as expected.
The Devil Race had been utterly won over by the Demon Venerable's wisdom, basking in the smug certainty of victory.
After several breaths of celebration, the entire Devil Race began envisioning the glorious future of total triumph. As the genius personally cultivated by the Demon Venerable, Long Tian had borne a heavy responsibility in this plan and performed almost flawlessly. His prestige had reached unprecedented heights, and he carried the hopes of the entire Devil Race.
However.
Long Tian, the one everyone had hailed, was now tangled in endless turmoil.
"Whoosh..."
A fierce wind howled past his ears as he crossed the void and pierced straight through the stellar atmosphere.
Cloud Star was close at hand. Long Tian's expression grew increasingly uneasy, and even his formerly perfect acting could no longer conceal the panic in his heart. His brows furrowed slightly.
What was he supposed to do?
Was there truly no turning back now?
Things had progressed far beyond expectation, and the plan had been completely thrown into disarray. He had never imagined that the Demon Venerable would actually order a pursuit. To protect himself, he could only kill even more of his own kind, becoming a sinner of the Devil Race from that day onward.
At this point.
The Devil Race had likely already branded him a traitor. What meaning was there in continuing to infiltrate Cloud Star?
Could it be...
That from now on, he could only go to Cloud Star and turn the act into reality, becoming the Lord of Cloud Star?!
No!
He was a proud prodigy of the Devil Race—how could he keep company with lowly humans?!
His emotions grew ever more conflicted, and Long Tian's brows knitted tightly together.
He unconsciously slowed down, even entertaining the thought of