Jiang Yang looked at the masses of kneeling demons and sighed inwardly.
In the Third Epoch, he had been the Demon Emperor. Here, in the Demon Realm of the Sixth Epoch, he was still the Demon Emperor!
So this was the Demon Emperor Path.
Every choice made by Fate linked the past and the future.
Facing the demons, he smiled and said,
"Everyone, rise!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The demons rose, their eyes burning with fervor.
This was the emperor who had once swept across the Demon Realm and laid the foundations of the Demon Race's great undertaking.
Although Taiyi had once passed away in meditation, the many mighty figures of the Demon Race simply refused to believe it.
How could time possibly defeat someone so powerful?
At the city gates.
Jiang Yang continued,
"Disperse for now. Come to my palace in three days. I will lecture on the Demon Race's cultivation art from an ancient epoch!"
The Demon Kings were all overjoyed!
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Although the Demon Race had risen quickly, its foundations were not solid. It was more like an amalgamation of Divine Beasts, Strange Beasts, Fierce Beasts, and others who lived off their innate gifts.
Jiang Yang had once cobbled together a simple Demon Cultivator art, but it primarily concerned the Transformation Art. After Transformation, they would cultivate using methods for the human body.
Now that there was an art created specifically for the Demon Race, how could they not be excited?
The demons bowed once more, then departed.
At that moment, Di Jun approached Jiang Yang with his wife, Xihe. Neither went to see Di Yaoji first.
Xihe spoke first, delighted.
"Brother Taiyi!"
Di Jun suddenly switched to a tone familiar to Jiang Yang.
"Lord Jiang Yang, it really is you who has returned."