Zhen was one of the few capable, honest souls in the Demon Dynasty. If Cheng Yu could save his life, he naturally would.
While he was around, none of those monsters and fiends dared show themselves. Once he was gone, however, there was no telling.
His two nephews, Shen Tian and Shen Yue, were talented, but they were still young, and their foundations in the Demon Dynasty were unstable. Though those troublemakers would be unable to stir up much trouble once the Demon Laws were promulgated, governing a nation still required talent-and people sincerely loyal to the Monster Emperor.
Three more months passed, bringing them to the end of January in the fifteenth year of Tianwu.
Just before dawn, demons crowded the foot of Heaven-Reaching Peak in the Peak Mountain Range, the highest mountain range in the Central Continent.
At the very front stood Shen Tian, dressed in the Monster Emperor's ceremonial robes, his expression composed.
Behind him stood Shen Yue in his King's Robe, followed by officials of every rank in the Demon Dynasty, the chancellors of the Three Departments and the Six Ministers, all arranged by official rank.
At the rear stood the chiefs of the great demon clans. To demonstrate the importance they attached to this first grand sacrificial ceremony of the Demon Race, every demon had assumed their original form.
Out of respect for the Monster Emperor's dignity, however, the demons kept their bodies at their ordinary size. None dared reveal their true forms, lest they accidentally crush the surrounding peaks.
Yet after glancing at the Green Bull Demons nearby, who had revealed their true forms, they looked away again.
The hilltops surrounding Heaven-Reaching Peak had been leveled, and enormous drums encircled the peak in a hexagon.
Six Green Bull Great Demons, each more than a