After Lin Xuan finished speaking, the Demon Saint was slightly taken aback, not to mention the others.
too...
The Primordial Holy Heaven?
Regardless of which branch of the Primordial Holy Heaven he belongs to, whether he is old or injured, he is not dead. As Demon Saint, how could he be completely unaware of the surrounding forces!
Even though the Holy Heaven Domain and the Luo Heaven Domain are far apart.
However, he also knew very well that there was only one Saint Realm in the Primordial Holy Heaven.
Moreover, I've heard that the old Saint Realm is nearing his death and is no match for these Saint Realm Holy Spirit.
Let's not talk about anything else.
The other party is probably evenly matched with me.
The young man before me was full of Qi and Blood and vitality.
It could absolutely not be that old, dying Human Race.
so...
When did such a monster appear in the Primordial Holy Heaven?
Moreover, he had never even heard of the Sword Pavilion that the other party mentioned.
It's like some small, insignificant force.
But the Demon Saint knew that was of course impossible.
Judging from the fighting style and strength of these Human Race, he knew very well that the Sword Pavilion was probably no ordinary place.
For a moment, he thought about many things.
After much deliberation, his gaze heavy, the Demon Saint finally paused slightly before letting out a breath as he looked at Wu Liang beside the two.
Regardless of the reason for the emergence of the Sword Pavilion, or how extraordinary the Sword Pavilion may be, it is a good thing for themselves and for the Chongming Bird Clan.
It can only be a good thing.
After all, his third son Wu Liang, had already joined the Sword Pavilion and was even the deputy pavilion master.
Their clan was once again saved by the Sword Pavilion.
Although the Xiangliu Clan, the Ancient Tuo, and the Bai Ze Clan did not escape from their Saint Realm, there were still quite a few Holy Spirit present.
He couldn't possibly kill all the Holy Spirit at once.
Therefore, whether he likes it or not, the Chongming Bird Clan is now completely tied to the Sword Pavilion.
Unless, of course, he prevents his third son from inheriting his position.
But is it possible?
The Demon Saint knew without even thinking that it was impossible.
Not to Wu Liang brought the people of the Sword Pavilion to save the entire race in this great battle, just consider the Sun-Setting Bow in his hand. That is the weapon of their ancestor and the undisputed life-bound weapon of their Chongming Bird Clan chief.
Only the next clan chief will be recognized and allowed to use the Sun-Setting Bow.
When Wu Liang appeared with the Sun-Setting Bow, the position of Holy Son, the future successor to the Demon Saint, already belonged to him.
It's just a matter of time.
The Demon Saint's mind raced with countless thoughts, but he revealed nothing on his face.
He paused for a moment before speaking, "Many thanks to Pavilion Master Lin for extending a helping hand to my Chongming Bird Clan and saving my people from dire straits. This is not the place to talk. Please, Pavilion Master Lin, come into the Saint City so that I may entertain you."
As he spoke, the Demon Saint's gaze fell on his other two sons.
He knew that the two children, Wu Huan and Wu Lie, were not simple-minded and would use any means necessary to obtain their positions.
This is not a big deal.
Every clan leader rises to power through bloodshed and turmoil.
However, neither of them showed the slightest Qi Ingestion of resentment.
It seems that this battle has been entirely a blessing for Wu Liang.
It's time to pass on my position, and it's fortunate that Pavilion Master Lin is here as a witness...
The Demon Saint has a good plan.
Lin Xuan did not refuse.
They readily accepted the good advice and entered the Saint City.
The place where the Holy Spirit resides is completely different from the Human Race in both style and atmosphere.
Now that he was here, he had no intention of leaving immediately.
Although the Demon Saint didn't reveal anything on the surface, Lin Xuan could roughly understand what the other party was thinking just by glancing at him.
but...
Lin Xuan shifted his gaze to his deputy, the pavilion master, a slight smile playing on his lips as he slowly shook his head.
That Demon Saint has made a mistake.
If he were willing to let Wu Liang remain bound here, how could he possibly have intervened to save the self-destructing Demon Saint?
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
The damage to the Saint City was mostly on the outer walls and outer districts, while the interior remained intact.
The Holy Spirit had a size advantage, and in addition, the Saint City was a giant Law Artifact, so it quickly recovered to its original state in just a few days.
Once he recovered, the Demon Saint felt even more powerless.
He's old.
Their strength is not what it used to be.
Although the self-destruction was prevented this time, ultimately, it still damaged its very core.
He could no longer remain in that position of Demon Saint.
so...
Passing the throne to another is now a necessity.
But that's where the problem lies.
Inside the Saint City Palace.
The Demon Saint sat high on the throne. Below him, besides Lin Xuan and others, were his three sons and other high-ranking officials who had to be there.
Although he was about to abdicate, the Demon Saint was still in a good mood.
After all, although his third son was of mixed blood, he had already gained the recognition of Sun-Setting Bow and the Ancestor, and had such a powerful backing. Under his leadership, the Chongming Bird Clan would surely develop better and better.
Therefore, the Demon Saint was merely feeling somewhat sentimental.
But his good mood ended there.
"... Nonsense! You are now the Holy Son, the future Demon Saint of the Chongming Bird Clan. How can you just give up this position like that!"
" Wu Liang, I'm giving you one more chance. Say it again!!"
The atmosphere inside the main hall was tense.
The Demon Saint flew into a rage.
The Wu Huan and Wu Lie stared at Wu Liang in disbelief, as if they were looking at something strange.
Only Wu Liang remained calm and composed throughout.
Meeting the Demon Saint's furious gaze, he shook his head. "No matter how many times I say it, it's the same."
"I request that Father bestow the position of Demon Saint upon either the Wu Huan or the Wu Lie."
As he said those words, Wu Liang took a deep breath and felt a sudden weight lift from his shoulders.
This result was reached after he and Lin Xuan discussed it.
He thought about it for six or seven days, but in the end, he decided to refuse the position of Demon Saint.
Taking on this position means he will be bound to the Luo Heaven Domain and unable to leave. Otherwise, if a Demon Saint were to die outside, it would cause turmoil for the entire Luo Heaven Domain, and the higher-ups in the clan would never allow him to venture out.
He had indeed worked very hard to compete for this position.
But at the beginning, he was only trying to protect himself.
Now that everything has returned to dust, he can finally calm down and consider whether he is truly willing to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.
The answer from Wu Liang.
No.
He preferred being the deputy head of the Sword Pavilion to being a Demon Saint, where he could live a life free and unrestrained.
That was the freedom he longed for.