Xu Zimo looked up at the scene beyond the gateway.
At that moment, over a hundred thousand people knelt and kowtowed toward him. The dense black crowd carried boundless demonic qi.
The Hell Suppressing Demon Body within him grew increasingly restless, its demonic qi roaring forth.
"You may all rise," Xu Zimo said, raising a hand.
A thunderous rumble sounded as countless people rose to their feet, their burning gazes fixed upon Xu Zimo.
He was their king.
"I came here to understand some matters," Xu Zimo said.
"Whatever doubts you have, my lord, please ask freely," the Zen Nightmare Demon General hurriedly said.
"What exactly was the Devil Race of the past, or rather, the previous epoch, like?" Xu Zimo asked.
"I am very curious about my own past.
"People, as well as fragments of memories, always appear in my mind."
"The matters of that epoch are already far too distant. If you are not in a hurry, my lord, you may listen as we tell you slowly," the Zen Nightmare Demon General said.
"I have plenty of time. I came to this sealed land first to see all of you.
"Second, to uncover my own past," Xu Zimo said with a nod.
"My lord, please look," the Zen Nightmare Demon General said, waving his right hand.
A vast surge of demonic qi spread from his hand.
The demonic qi blanketed the entire Ancient Demon Cave, forming scene after scene within it.
At the beginning of the Zhouze Epoch, all people lived together in peace.
There were no wars, nor were there any conflicts.
Everything was peaceful and prosperous.
Later, the path of cultivation flourished throughout the world, and everyone embarked upon the road of seeking the pinnacle and attaining immortality.
There were billions upon billions of living