Daochen's reforms of the Demon Race continued.
After all, ever since its birth, the Demon Race had been notorious for its unruly arrogance and love of slaughter.
Although its numbers had always ranked among the highest in the entire Primordial World, it had produced scarcely any truly formidable figures. Worse still, constant infighting had left it with devastating casualties.
Now, with the Heavenly Rules Daochen had established acting as a deterrent within the Heavenly Court, those unruly fellows had become much better behaved.
But some who could not restrain themselves had already committed offenses in open defiance of the ban.
They had given Fuxi and Bai Ze splitting headaches.
Had they been ordinary demons, that would have been one thing, but several Greater Demons had actually slipped down to the world below to feast.
This had led the Primordial World's Ten Thousand Clans to believe the Demon Race was about to attack them, throwing everyone into a panic.
Quite a few members of those clans had come running to the Heavenly Court to air their grievances to Fuxi and Bai Ze.
When Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi learned of this, they too found themselves at a loss.
After all, the offenders were Quasi-Saints, high officials of the Heavenly Court and true pillars of the Demon Race. Killing them would hardly be appropriate, but with a light punishment, who knew whether they would do the same thing again?
Unable to find a solution, the four discussed the matter for a while before finally going to the Demon Emperor Palace to seek out Daochen.
They would let Daochen decide.
After all, Daochen was the emperor of the entire Demon Race!
"So you're saying someone went down to the world below?"
Inside the Demon Emperor Palace, Daochen sat on a meditation cushion, regarding