A Life of Tumult, Lord Rat Passes Away, King and Subject!

The Northern Mountain Range Wind Rat Line Rat Race.

The Wind Rat Line has two main peaks, and the valley between the two peaks is the prototype of the Dao of Wind Blessed Land cultivated by the Wind Rat Line.

This place has been cultivated by the Wind Rat Line generations and has long been a treasure trove.

The valley is rich in Spiritual Qi and filled with shade-loving wind- spirit medicine. A spiritual river has even been carved out of the valley to flow through it.

It contains a community of spirit fish, which the Wind Rat Line uses for food and nourishment.

This Blessed Land has gradually come to be known as Wind Gap Valley, a paradise revered by the Wind Rat Line and countless rat demons.

The Wind Rat Line is advancing even more rapidly.

In the past hundred years, a total of seven or eight Foundation Establishment Rat Demons have been born, which was unthinkable in the past, but now they are incredibly powerful.

Deep within the cliff Wind Gap Valley lies a demon cave.

This is now the dwelling place of the Lord Rat. Its aura is deep, yet it exudes an air of old age. He lies on the soft cushion, his skin wrinkled.

He was too old, two hundred and fifty years old.

For the Foundation Establishment Rat Demon, it was already a candle flickering in the wind.

Most of his body hair had fallen out, and what remained was grayish-white, dry as grass. His once bright and intelligent little eyes were now covered by a murky white film.

He knew he didn't have long to live.

Since the Evil Water Marsh, he began to age rapidly, his life passing by quickly, and he was nearing the end.

He searched for the Golden Core fortuitous opportunity his entire life, but it was all just a dream, a complete waste of time.

The shackles of bloodline, an insurmountable chasm, stood before him in his pursuit of a better future.

Back then, he resolutely chose to rebuild it, abandoning the Wind Dao Heaven and Earth Qi, to create this Wind Gap Valley.

It is for the future, for the sake of our people.

But now, he can no longer follow his ancestor, nor can he ever witness the glory of the Golden Core path again...

"Changfeng."

The Lord Rat's voice was weak, almost a whisper.

A slender, light blue-furred young Wind Rat strode to the cushion and crouched down.

Shu Changfeng, the youngest offspring of the Lord Rat, born more than thirty years ago.

This child is lucky; he benefited from the bloodline modification of the Wind Rat Line and was born a unique species with extraordinary talents.

Before he was even forty, he had already reached the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. His speed was as fast as a ghost, and his wind manipulation technique was superb. He was extremely talented!

Even compared to the likes of Kuang Dou and Shi Mo, he is several levels higher.

It should be noted that this demon was not secretly Enlightenment by Shi Jian, but is a true innate extraordinary species. Its intelligence awakened early, and its bloodline power is incomparably strong, possessing the potential to become a great demon capable of devouring the heavens...

"Father, I'm here."

The Shu Changfeng spoke respectfully, Lord Rat stretched out its withered paw and patted the top of Changfeng's head.

I'm dying.

"The responsibility of the Wind Rat Line will now be entrusted to you."

Upon hearing this, Shu Changfeng's eyes reddened slightly.

"Father, you rest. I'll go to White Cloud Temple to ask for longevity elixirs."

"It's useless."

The Lord Rat shook its head. "Medicine is ineffective, fate cannot be defied. My life has been worthwhile. If I hadn't followed the ancestor back then, I would have become wild cat droppings long ago."

"Having lived to this day and witnessed the growth of my people, I have no regrets even in death."

The Lord Rat coughed twice, exhaling a breath of foul air tinged with blood.

"Changfeng, you must remember this."

"We Rat Race are born weak, not as strong as the Bear Race, nor as noble as the Flood Dragon, but we survive because of our brains and sharp eyes."

"Hold on tight to the ancestor's leg; if the ancestor points east, don't go west."

"We should curry favor with White Cloud Temple and make concessions where necessary. As long as the Ancestor is alive, the Wind Rat Line will not collapse."

Shu Changfeng nodded emphatically. "Son, I've got it."

Upon hearing this, the Lord Rat's withered lips twisted into an ugly smile.

"Good... good boy..."

Then he slowly closed his eyes, those cloudy eyes gradually losing focus, pain spreading, life slipping away...

He never opened his eyes again, never once looked at the world.

As his thoughts wandered, the Lord Rat seemed to return to that night more than 250 years ago, when he was searching for food in the darkness.

He suddenly gained sentience and saw the giant bear!

And then he spoke those words: "Your Majesty."

Unexpectedly, the prophecy came true; the once mighty bear truly possessed the qualities to become king, witnessing the birth of a king throughout its life...

He was the king's first subject, and he had no regrets even in death.

"My King!"

"You are the true king, and you are my king too~"

"I will go ahead and see the scenery of the underworld for you."

"Please don't look for me so soon..."

Thoughts cease here, the soul dissipates with the wind...

On this day, the founder of the Wind Rat Line, the most senior and most trusted advisor of Ancestor Shi Jian, and the most senior demon, passed away peacefully.

Shu Changfeng took over as clan leader.

He buried the Lord Rat in the deepest part of the Blessed Land, and then went alone to Purple Firmament Peak, where Shi Jian was in seclusion, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

The transfer of power is often accompanied by bloodshed and the establishment of authority, but a smooth transition is not always possible.

In this grand game of chess, White Cloud Temple has lost some old pieces and gained some new ones.

The road rolls ever onward, never stopping for anyone.

The thunderclouds above Purple Firmament Peak continued to churn, brewing a storm powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world.

That sleeping giant bear, through the passage of time, is constantly climbing towards higher realms...

The day he wakes up.

The cultivation world of the Clear Blue Kingdom may also be about to undergo a transformation.

All the demons are waiting, waiting for the thunder to cleave the fog.

Waiting for the new Demon King to return to the throne, waiting for the lightning to pierce the gloom!

The wind picked up.

The leaves of the trees in the Cloud Sword Mountain Range rustled, as if whispering, or perhaps expressing fear.

The story continues.

This world is far from peaceful; the entanglements of interests and the clash of principles surge beneath the surface like undercurrents.

Who will have the last laugh remains to be seen.

In the struggle between ethnic groups, for the survival of the race, there is no mercy, no retreat whatsoever.

Only by constantly climbing upwards, reaching the highest point, and looking down upon all living beings, can one achieve immortality. This is the Demon Dao.

Shu Changfeng stood atop the mountain, facing the fierce wind, his blue fur dancing in the air.

He gazed into the distance, his vertical pupils filled with ambition.

"Father, I will finish the path you didn't complete. One day, I will ensure that the Wind Rat Line can also produce a Golden Core Great Demon!"

"Follow our new king and unleash a new wave of change across this continent. The Decay of the past will be history, and the Demon Race will surely rise again!"

"It will be great again!"

The oaths drifted with the wind and merged into the boundless world.

Time flows silently.

Hatred has no end!

[Cang Hai shamelessly asks for some gifts. I'm almost out of money for food this month, it's tough, fellow cultivators!]