Interests were an eternal concern. As Cheng Ming had said, if Shen Yu were still around, the Qilin would never have interfered with the shifting situation in the Eternal True World.
In the face of such absolute might, anything they did would be meaningless and might even bring destruction upon their entire clan. Humankind enjoyed the blessing of the Heavenly Dao's fortune, so Prince Shen would have exercised some restraint for the Demon Race's sake. The Qilin had no such protection. Prince Shen would not have spared them merely because they, too, inherited the legacy of the Three Saint Gods. Annihilating anyone who dared offend him with overwhelming force was his way.
After Prince Shen turned his own body into a barrier, the Demon Race halted its decline. Under Shen Tian and Shen Yue's management, it even showed signs of recovery. With the Heavenly Demon, its greatest enemy, gone, Humankind's strength soared and briefly surpassed that of the Demon Race.
But the Demon Race was too vast for Humankind to swallow up, leaving the two sides locked in a stalemate.
Yet this situation, which had lasted ten thousand years, had actually done the most to strengthen the Eternal True World as a whole. The Heavenly Dao secretly signaled to the Qilin, whose strength had remained the most intact among the Three Saint Gods, that they need only preserve the Eternal True World's current state. In return, the Qilin would receive a share of the spoils when this age of prosperity arrived.
But no one had expected a pawn planted by the Demon Race's Great Sage ten thousand years ago to influence the Eternal True World's situation once again today.
In year ten of the Peacock Calendar, an organization called the Demon-Worshipping Cult rose to prominence. Its leader excelled at a