When they heard that Dharma King Xuanyuan had come calling of his own accord, all twelve gods of the Western Pole assumed he had come to swallow them up.
The orthodox Mystic Sect valued lineage and seniority, years of cultivation, family ties, and even whether one was born to a principal wife or a concubine. The heretics and demons cared for none of these. They looked at only one thing: strength!
The strong could become martial uncles or grandmasters; the weak could only be grandsons.
The strong could feast at the table; the weak could only appear on the menu, to be feasted upon.
Originally, because Patriarch Blazing Fire had joined relatively late and was not among the strongest, he ranked fifth among the eastern six gods, above only Lie Baduo.
His strength had soared ever since he obtained Chan Master Xiaoyue's primordial spirit, forced him to divulge the three legacies of the Emei Sect's Nine Heavens Profound Scripture, Ancestor Haha, and Deng Yin, and acquired the All-Heaven Twelve Divine Fiends Blazing Fire Flags.
Of course, everyone had grown considerably stronger, but his gains were the greatest. He now ranked first among the eastern six gods. Even someone as vicious as Green-Robed Ancestor had to greet him with a smile. To establish his authority, he had once unleashed his fire before everyone and roasted one of Lie Baduo's disciples alive. Not only had Lie Baduo dared not utter the slightest complaint, he had even been forced to lead the others in dismembering that disciple.
The truly strong could thrive on either side, but they preferred to remain among the heretics and demons. There were no moral codes or rules of propriety to restrain them there. So long as they were strong enough, they could do whatever they pleased.
Green-Robed Ancestor,