Chapter 7: Conclusion (13) (Fourth Update)
Four hundred years ago, the Great Demon King, whose memories were temporarily sealed, led the Monster Race to rise, first smashing the Demon Race into submission, severely injuring nearly half their experts, making them hide in their territory like frightened turtles. Following that, the Great Demon King unleashed the Monster Army, vowing to wipe out the Human Race completely.
Their target? The number one immortal sect of the Human Race: the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Even the numerous experts of the Heavenly Sword Sect couldn’t compete with the Great Demon King, who was at the peak of power. The Monster Army plowed through everything in their path, heading straight for the core peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
But, lo and behold! Near Phoenix Mountain, the Great Demon King fell into a cleverly crafted trap set by the combined forces of humans and demons.
Now, you’d think, with all those magical barriers, that the Great Demon King, being super powerful, wouldn’t be concerned, right? Wrong! He got trapped and couldn’t escape!
Why, you ask? Well, the main consciousness of the Small Thousand World lifted the seal on his memories.
In an instant, he remembered his true purpose for reviving the Monster Race.
At that moment, the pale-faced Frost North Snow, dressed in black, was practically losing her mind trying to rescue him from the trap.
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Six hundred years ago, he made his first journey to the East Sea Underground Palace.
The Great Demon King had been around for thousands of years. He thought he was the only one with a consciousness that belonged to the entire cosmos and was completely different from most life forms out there, like a true observer watching flowers bloom and wilt, and the sun and moon dance. Everything eventually decayed, and he was the only eternal presence.
From the moment he was born, he knew he belonged to the Divine Clan.
Five thousand years ago, under the order of the Divine Clan, he transmitted teachings to humans and helped them establish the first immortal sect, the Heavenly Sword Sect, in the Small Thousand World.
Since then, he had been traversing various small worlds, planting the seeds of life and observing their growth and evolution.
But oh, how lonely he was.
By the time he returned to the Asking Dao Continent, thousands of years had passed.
Just then, he suddenly felt a faint and weak presence of a kindred spirit.
It was like a drowning person finding a straw to cling to; he was overjoyed and relentlessly pursued the source of that aura.
He spent two hundred years tracking it down and finally found the soul spirit residing below the East Sea: Frost North Snow.
She, too, encountered a male spirit that was similar to her own for the first time. She had almost given up on humanity and didn’t want to bother with it anymore.
But the Great Demon King’s emergence lit a bright lamp in her heart.
The duo left the Underground Palace hand in hand, roaming across the continent.
Upon arriving in the Monster Race territory, feeling the oppression faced by their kind from the other two races, not knowing when they had been sealed by the Divine Clan, they decided to stay and help the Monster Race regain its glory.
The Great Demon King and Queen were not human, so it was easy for them to blend in with the Monster Race.
Before long, they attained dominant positions within the Monster Race and set the foundation to expand outward.
Everything went swimmingly, and the Great Demon King even ignited the ambition to conquer the entire world.
But right before the Monster Army marched into the Human territory, the two of them, both great demons themselves for thousands of years, could still vaguely sense the dangers of this expedition, even with their memories sealed.
Frost North Snow advised Shiyuan to abandon the mission.
But Shiyuan flatly refused.
He sensed that this march was like his destiny, impossible to dodge.
Even if doom awaited them, he had to charge forward without hesitation; otherwise, he and Frost North Snow would face punishments far worse than this.
Although the Monster Army had been undefeated in previous skirmishes with the Human Race, Shiyuan still worried.
Sure enough, at Phoenix Mountain, Shiyuan finally comprehended the meaning of everything he had done.
And it was meaningless.
He even implicated all those who trusted and revered him, who treated his words like holy scripture.
He betrayed everyone who believed in him.
But he simply couldn’t resist the commands from the Small Thousand World; the Small Thousand World was the main body, while the Great Demon King was merely a subordinate.
What right did a subordinate have to negotiate with the main body?
At that moment, he felt like a gambler whose hopes had all vanished, calling out to the heavens for unfairness, with no way out.
To prevent the Divine Clan and the Small Thousand World from using him again for similar purposes, he refused the command for the Small Thousand World to absorb him and vanish into the Small World, instead attempting to self-destruct.
However, the Small Thousand World wasn’t going to let him have his way. At the critical moment, it intervened, causing Shiyuan’s self-detonation to only execute a third of its potential, and his body was forcibly split into three parts.
At that moment, the Heavenly Sword Sect had already surrounded him, closing in.
Not wanting them to uncover the secrets of the Small World, the Small Thousand World temporarily abandoned further operations against Shiyuan.
As experts from the Human and Demon Races gathered more and more around Phoenix Mountain, Frost North Snow had no choice but to temporarily retreat. She knew that with their current abilities, killing the Great Demon King was nearly impossible.
Splitting into three parts wasn’t so bad; at least he’d be safe.
If given the chance, she would certainly return to the Small Thousand World to rescue Shiyuan.
Frost North Snow was heavily injured this time and lay low in the Great Snow Mountain for nearly two hundred years before barely recovering.
She didn’t avoid returning to the East Sea Underground Palace, but as long as she was there, memories of the Divine Clan’s ugly face and her bloody history as an accomplice flooded her mind.
Once her injuries had partially healed, she couldn’t wait to go searching for the locations of Shiyuan’s three bodies.
But unexpectedly, near Thousand Bird City, she suddenly encountered the Great Palace Master of the Flowerless Palace. The two engaged in fierce combat; with her injuries still unhealed, after a heavy blow, she had to flee like a coward.
This gave Lin Nan the chance to possess her.
What the Small Thousand World didn’t know was that among the three bodies created from the Great Demon King’s self-detonation, the memories and abilities carried by Good Shiyuan were the strongest, and his mind was the most mature.
Even though he had been imprisoned by the Heavenly Sword Sect in Black Stone City, returning to the Small Thousand World was a piece of cake for him, and while pretending to be nonchalant, he broke into the core of the Small Thousand World, shattering and absorbing the main consciousness, thus becoming the ruler of the Small Thousand World.
Good Shiyuan hadn’t had direct dealings with the Divine Clan, but through the main body’s memories, he still uncovered some secrets about the Divine Clan, even glimpsing a few high-ranking divine images.
With his current cultivation, even if he merely imagined it in his mind, he faced an irresistible pressure.
What’s more, he unexpectedly saw the Divine Clan’s protective god, Di Shitian, who was in charge of thunder and battle, right behind Frost North Snow.
Although his intention was to confront the Divine Clan, the moment he saw Di Shitian’s phantom, he instinctively bent his knees, giving him no time to think.
Not just Good Shiyuan.
All survivors in the Small Thousand World, including Li Hanbo, Luo Ying, and others, when Di Shitian appeared, all dropped to their knees in unison, their hearts churning with waves of terror.
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