Zhu Yao fell silent.
She looked at the strange expressions on the demons' faces and knew what they were thinking.
The hatred between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm was written into their blood.
Their prejudice against Si Chen and the others' identities could not be resolved by winning a single battle, much less by killing three dragon emperors.
She was silent for a moment, then was about to speak...
A hand gently rested on her shoulder.
She turned her head and saw that Si Chen had come to her side without her noticing.
He looked at her and shook his head.
The Si Chen of the past would not have reacted at all to those clamoring voices.
He would not have explained himself, considered anyone else's position, or cared about the so-called "pride of the Demon Realm."
But things were different now.
From the friends around him, he had learned consideration, patience, and how to put himself in someone else's shoes.
He had not changed.
He had simply... learned a great many things.
He had learned to be a little gentler with this world.
He turned around to face the million demons, to face those doubtful, fearful, angry gazes.
"You want to know what I am?"
He spoke calmly, yet his voice reached the mind of every person present with perfect clarity.
Then he closed his eyes.
Next, a vast, pure aura that made every soul tremble surged out of his body.
It was neither immortal essence nor demonic power.
It was more like... the origin of all energy.
His body began to glow, like a sleeping star awakening.
That light went from faint to blazing, from blazing to dazzling, from dazzling to... impossible to look upon.
In the void, millions of demons instinctively closed their eyes.
When