Dongsheng Shenzhou, the lotus pond, heavy rain.
Inside the little pavilion, Boluo wore yellow monk's robes as he gazed at the pond of sludge mixed with mire.
The Eight Great Heavenly Demons had lost two of their number-Linglong and Baibo.
Six remained.
At this moment, half of them were in this little pavilion.
Zhong Su stood tall behind Boluo with his arms folded, while Meiyu sat to one side, eyes half-lowered, seemingly pondering something.
Boluo raised a hand and spoke first, his tone gentle:
"The waters of heaven are not full..."
"Today, pick one: bullshit or fists." Zhong Su brutally cut him off, the extreme impatience in his eyes showing that he meant what he had just said.
Boluo fell silent, then leisurely turned to look at Zhong Su's expression. After a moment's contemplation, he asked:
"Baibo's Heavenly Gift has more or less been dealt with. At least it can be considered to have reached the requisite standing."
"We couldn't gather all of Linglong's. I fear Chu Xingchen has a means of isolating the Heavenly Gift. Besides, we don't have much time, so we can only give up for now."
Broadly speaking, the Eight Great Heavenly Demons could be called positions, or something akin to authority.
After the current Heavenly Demon died, if the essence it left behind remained, a suitable individual could be selected and cultivated into another Heavenly Demon.
But the cost was enormous, and some true essence would inevitably scatter, leaving it weaker than before.
Even passing on essence under safe conditions entailed considerable losses. A sudden death away from home meant losses far more devastating.
The Heavenly Gift was a secret among Heavenly Demons. Only the foremost Heavenly Demons could know what the bloodline and essence flowing within them truly were.
Only by keeping such secrets