Xu Changqing remembered that demons around a hundred years old were all Lesser Demons.
Those over a thousand years old were called Greater Demons and possessed their own lairs.
After several thousand years, they became Demon Kings who claimed mountains as their own.
At around ten thousand years, they became Demon Emperors who dominated an entire region.
Beyond that were the Undying Demon Gods and Supreme Primogenitors.
Demon Gods were already comparable to the most powerful great cultivators among humans.
As for Primogenitors, they were the origins of a certain demon's—or a group of demons'—bloodline.
Hui Jiuming, who was currently in Symbiosis with Mo Yin, had once likewise been a figure who shook an entire region.
Logically speaking, as long as he did not provoke stronger demons or trouble powerful human cultivators, almost nothing could have happened to him.
At first, Hui Jiuming had thought the same, so he rarely went out.
Yet he had never expected that, even without seeking trouble, trouble would come knocking on his door.
That black lotus had assimilated the entire Abyssal Ruins, freezing everything within it in place.
If he had not run fast enough, even his soul might have been wiped out.
Just think—the lord of the Abyssal Ruins had been assimilated by the Abyssal Ruins itself. What humiliation could be greater?
Seeing the "Venerable One" before him remain silent, Hui Jiuming hurriedly said, "Though I do not know which member of the Jade Dew Sect you are, please spare my life for the sake of our past ties!"
In truth, he was having a miserable time.
He had originally been a ten-thousand-year Demon Emperor, his territory encompassing the entire Abyssal Ruins.
By all reason, after another ten thousand years, he should have become even stronger.
Who could have imagined that he would