When Zu Yuan pressed his hand against the statue of the Demon God Dijiang, Chongming opened his eyes far away in the Demon Venerable Hall.
His pitch-black eyes were so deep they seemed capable of piercing space. Only after a long while did he slowly breathe out.
The one he worried about most was Zhuyin, one of the Twelve Demon Gods. He had suffered a terrible loss at this Demon God's hands back then.
He had even nearly lost himself within his own Dao.
The gift of observing time was far too terrifying.
In the Cultivation World, only the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox of Tu Mountain could observe time, while in the Demon Realm, only Zhuyin, the Demon God of the Zhuj iu Tribe, could do so.
They held an absolutely vital role for every living being in both planes.
Yet they also inspired fear in every living being in both planes.
Imagine having no secrets before him. He could not only see your entire past, but even observe your future!
He could easily rewrite your opportunities and your future.
How could such an ability not inspire terror?
The terror of this ability was beyond question, but its side effects were just as immense!
And so, without exception, they had all died.
The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Tu Yun had done it for all living beings.
Zhuyin, however, had been unpredictable, sometimes good and sometimes bad. Even now, no one knew how Zhuyin had died.
Even Chongming had no way of knowing where Zhuyin had truly stood.
But Zhuyin had been an immense help to Chongming as he established himself in the Demon Realm and rose step by step to become the Demon Venerable!
Chongming had once suffered an emotional breakdown over his master's departure.
It was not that he had never