He was not alone. The Second Demon Sage and the Third Demon God felt the same. They were of the same race, and they had seen their brother die in a self-detonation. They knew that grief firsthand.
While they grieved, the other Great Powers felt a deep sadness. This race had suffered far too much.
The First Demon Venerable let out a breath and continued, "Our second brother's death devastated our little sister. She believed she had caused it and wanted to kill herself to end her suffering. I couldn't accept that. I told her there were only nine of us, and we had heard nothing of the six brothers Dijun and Taiyi had taken away. They were likely dead. As far as I knew, only the two of us remained in the Primordial World.
"I couldn't let our race disappear. I couldn't accept that we had been born only to suffer, or that the Primordial World would forget us. I wanted our race to endure, and that wish persuaded our little sister to keep living. But I knew our second brother's death and all she had endured had left her longing for death. She stayed alive only to find a way for our race to continue.
"I tried to have children myself. Perhaps because we were Human Ancestors and our cultivation was still low, conception came easily. I tried with countless members of the Demon Race, and even with humans. But every child exploded and died the moment they were born.
"Even then, I refused to give up. Fortunately, our little sister was extraordinarily gifted—not just in cultivation, but in understanding and invention. She studied the world around her and the Primordial World itself. After the Witch-Demon War, when we followed Master Kunpeng to the Far North, she finally