Chapter 64 'I am... the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons.

"Boom, boom!!!"A blanket of black mist shrouded the entire Fufeng City, visibility was extremely low. Fat Long stood on the edge of the city wall, looking down without spotting a single demon beast, only able to hear the countless roars of demon beasts ringing in his ears.

The Evil Cultivation Scion of Ten Thousand Demons had escaped, leaving these demon beasts behind.

However, it must be said that the speed at which the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons transformed into a red light and escaped was truly fast, seemingly even faster than the Golden Core Great Powers when they left.

"Is this Demon Race some kind of species apart from the Devil Clan?"

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The scholar shook his head, his expression complicated as he spoke slowly, "They are also from the Human Race, but in the last update of the Heavenly Dao, due to some special reasons, they were defeated and became prisoners of the Heavenly Dao, then the Heavenly Dao labeled them as the Demon Race."

"Once labeled as prisoners of the Heavenly Dao, although alive, it's worse than death."

"Imprisoned in a small world, that small world is constantly filled with such dense Spiritual Energy. By operating their mental methods and enduring harsh cultivation, the speed of their Cultivation advancement would be extremely fast. Sadly, after becoming prisoners of the Heavenly Dao, their bodies were also stricken with several Heavenly Dao Curses, and they are unable to make any progress in their Cultivation in this lifetime, only able to maintain the Cultivation they had at the time they became prisoners."

"To see such dense Spiritual Energy yet be unable to advance in Cultivation, this feeling is extremely painful."

"And in that small world, these prisoners of the Heavenly Dao are absolutely immortal."

"Since they cannot advance their Cultivation, these members of the Demon Race naturally could only practice Spells and various other techniques. Without even thinking about it, over such a lengthy period, these people must have cultivated every type of spell to the Peak of Perfection."

"With such techniques..."

"To be deemed invincible among their peers is not an exaggeration."

"I see..."

Fat Long looked down from the city wall, somewhat understanding as he asked, "You just mentioned that Evil Cultivation is also unmatched among his peers. If the two of them clashed, who would be more invincible?"

"That is unclear."

The scholar shook his head, not answering the question, "But one thing is certain, the strength of these members of the Demon Race is definitely not to be underestimated, and they are extremely experienced in battle and exceedingly desperate for victory."

"They can only escape the status of prisoners of the Heavenly Dao if they win. Only then can their Cultivation advance again, and they could reappear in the new cycle of the Heavenly Dao. If they lose, it would mean true annihilation."

"Before every major update of the Heavenly Dao, there is always this kind of minor update."

Having said this,

the scholar stopped speaking, his expression calm as he looked in the direction where the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons had long since disappeared. He had been celebrated as the greatest Sword Cultivator of Da Xia in his early years, ranking among the top three on the Heavenly Pride Leaderboard, truly a peerless Heavenly Pride.

But he just couldn't kill that Scion of Ten Thousand Demons.

At that time, that Scion of Ten Thousand Demons was merely at the mid Foundation Establishment stage.

His sword was very fast, but it could not kill him.

Or it might be said that he had killed him many times, but this person always managed to come back again.

This person must have some sort of ability related to an external body, and especially his Far Escape Technique was mystifying, and almost every time it was different, no one knew why this person had so many variations of the Far Escape Technique.

Moreover, even though such Far Escape Techniques heavily drained one's life, this person could use it multiple times, as if he had infinite life.

Just then—

"Boom!!!"

The sound of the city gate being broken and collapsing came from below, and the intense screams and sounds of battle suddenly magnified several times and entered Chen Qiu and the others' ears.

"Let's go."

Chen Qiu turned and walked toward the city wall, "Before those so-called members of the Demon Race show up, let's deal with these demon beasts first."

...

"Ouch!!!"

At this moment, in a hidden cave on a cliff thousands of miles away from Fufeng City, Scion of Ten Thousand Demons was continuously spewing blood, lying on the ground with his body convulsing violently. Despite his face twisted in agony, his crimson pupils were bursting with an extremely excited glow!

"Success... achieved!"

"Finally succeeded, Master can finally return!"

"Those who had once betrayed and killed Master will spend their days in fear and panic!"

"Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother, Fourth Brother, Fifth Brother, Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, I succeeded, did you see? We finally succeeded, you can rest in peace below!"

Inside the cave, only a few dim candlesticks were emitting a faint light, and on the altar, eight Spiritual Tablets were neatly arranged.

There were no names on the Spiritual Tablets, but they were engraved with portraits, which upon closer inspection, appeared almost identical. Lying on the ground, convulsing yet struggling to rise and look up at the altar, the face of the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons strikingly resembled the portraits on those Spiritual Tablets.

"Puh!"

As his injuries worsened, Scion of Ten Thousand Demons couldn't help but vomit another mouthful of fresh blood; his hands trembling as he took out a bottle of Healing Pills from his chest and stuffed them all into his mouth at once. He had been pursued by a Golden Core Great Power for several hundred miles when he escaped Fufeng City.

Although his Blood Jutsu, taught by his Master, was extremely powerful, he was still severely injured being chased by a Golden Core.

He and his eight brothers were born in the same litter.

Their appearances were the same, their heights, and even their likes and dislikes on a normal day. Once, Master had mentioned to them that they were men of great fortune; it was nearly impossible for a normal human to give birth to nine in one litter, indicating signs of 'the dragon bearing nine sons,' a great Qi Fortune!

Their parents had died at the hands of thieves shortly after their birth.

It was their Master who had raised them and set them on the path of cultivation.

Master was a Golden Core Great Power, very powerful, but he had a notorious reputation. He had to conceal his identity everywhere he went, fearing discovery and subsequent assassination; others referred to their Master as Evil Cultivation.

They said Master did all kinds of evil deeds.

They said Master's hands were stained with blood.

They didn't understand.

They didn't know what was evil, what was demonic; they only knew that when their parents died at the hands of thieves just after they were born, it was Master who saved them, it was Master who fed them, it was Master who raised them.

Not those who claimed so vocally to abide by goodness.

Master was the righteous one.

Only...

Hundreds of years ago, with a major shift in the Heavenly Dao, though Master was powerful in his Cultivation, he fell victim to a trap set by several Golden Core Great Powers and became a prisoner of the Heavenly Dao, confined in a small world. Before leaving, Master transmitted a message instructing them to forget all gratitude and resentment and to find a place to live in hiding.

They had known since childhood that Master must have had his own motives for adopting them. Their greatest dream since childhood was to serve Master.

They were born in the same litter.

The ranking of Big Brother and Second Brother wasn't determined by the order they came out from their mother's womb, but instead by who was least afraid of death back then; he was the most fearful of death, thus he became Xiao Jiu.

Big Brother was the least afraid of death, becoming the eldest, and he was the first to die.

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Their only goal over the centuries was to rescue Master from the minor versions of the Heavenly Dao before the next major shift arrived, allowing Master to return to Da Xia Country!

In this century alone, their plan had led to countless pursuers trying to kill them.

From Big Brother to Eight Brother, all had died at these people's hands.

Those people always shouted slogans of slaying demons and eliminating devils and, without any conflict arising, raised their slaughtering knives against them as if killing them could prove they were indeed people of the righteous path.

From beginning to end, Scion of Ten Thousand Demons had always been nine people.

Not one person.

And him, Scion of Ten Thousand Demons, was the last of these nine.