At that very moment.
Baize shouted louder than he ever had in his life.
"All of the Demon Race!"
"Bow!"
With that, he took the lead, bending down and prostrating himself before Jiang Yang!
Behind him, like an ocean tide, rank upon rank of the Demon Race likewise prostrated themselves.
Then he stood up and continued shouting.
"Bow a second time!"
"Bow a third time!"
"..."
"With nine bows, the rite is complete! Our emperor is the Supreme of nine times nine!"
After the nine bows, mighty cries rang out across highlands, rivers and seas, plains and deep valleys, mountains and countless ravines.
"Our emperor!"
"Our emperor!"
These were the fervent cries of tens of millions of the Demon Race!
For a moment, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.
On the Throne in the sky, Jiang Yang wore a faint smile, calmly accepting the homage of the myriad demons.
At the same time, a change came over him. His cultivation quietly recovered, and his true body overlaid his original Golden Crow body.
Everything came so naturally, like water flowing into a channel once it was full!
For the first time, the aura of the Eighth Step appeared between heaven and earth in the Third Epoch.
The entire world was blanketed by this aura of an unsurpassed sovereign. A brilliant golden Great Sun rose majestically in the hearts of countless living beings, its divine might like a prison, like an ocean!
Jiang Yang felt every restraint fall away, and a long-missed sense of exhilaration welled up within him!
Only now am I truly myself!
At last, I have recovered.
He lowered his gaze, utterly satisfied with Baize.
How could I never have heard of someone so talented in the Immortal Realm in the future?
But now was not the time for