Wangshu Mountain stood outside the Demon Tribe Eastern Capital.
This was the cultivation ground of Shen Yuan, the Golden-Winged Great Peng, third son of First Phoenix, Prince Yuan of the Demon Dynasty, and a Heavenly Dao Sage of the Demon Race.
After the Former Monster Emperor passed away, Shen Yuan had returned here. About a year had passed since then.
Stepping out of his cave abode, Shen Yuan gazed toward the Demon Capital, somewhat lost in thought.
He could not help drifting into memories of his days as Prince Yuan of the Demon Dynasty.
Back then, when the Heavenly Dao established the Heavenly Dao Sages, his eldest brother had seen the drawbacks and stayed out of the contest. His second brother had merely declared with breezy indifference,
"A Sage? I can become a Sage without relying on the Heavenly Dao."
Ever hot-tempered, Shen Yuan had immediately declared that if his second brother did not need it, neither did he. But after a thorough lecture from his eldest brother, he had still joined the battle for a Heavenly Dao Sage Seat.
In that battle, most members of the Demon Race had come to help him win the seat, though a small number had fought to claim it for themselves. Shen Yuan did not mind. As far as he was concerned, the seat belonged to whoever was capable enough to take it.
He did not care. Unlike his eldest brother, who spent every day worrying over the Demon Dynasty's affairs, or his second brother, who stayed in seclusion all day and never saw anyone, Shen Yuan preferred fighting powerful opponents. The contest for the Heavenly Dao Sage Seat had let him fight to his heart's content.
Then, upon becoming a Heavenly Dao Sage, Shen Yuan had briefly glimpsed his own future.
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