Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"Look at what he said! Hahaha, the human race is really self-righteous!" A demon lord laughed so hard that he fell backwards, and the friction between his scales made a harsh sound.

"I'm afraid we are still kept in the dark about this matter! Hahahaha!" The other demon lord's voice was hoarse, like the cry of a night owl, full of gloating.

"Although we are mortal enemies, we don't even know our lifeblood. The advantage truly lies with my demon clan!" Flames danced around the Flame Demon, reflecting its twisted and delighted face.

Min Xiao waited until they had laughed enough before he spoke slowly. He looked at Shi Yubai with eyes filled with condescending disdain, as if he were looking at those human livestock kept in captivity but unaware of their own existence. "Even though they had a Half-Step Immortal back then, they tried their best, but in the end they could only set three seals to temporarily seal us away. Do you know why?"

He paused deliberately, leaving the audience in suspense, before slowly speaking with a mysterious air of clairvoyance, "None of them knows where the thing that can truly annihilate us is, or even if it exists at all... While it's a natural law that spiritual and demonic energy cannot blend, the demonic energy we wield isn't the 'pure' demonic energy they speak of, but something far more ancient and sinister—the demonic energy of evil."

Min Xiao had a sneer on his lips, his mind racing.

The secret of this demonic aura is one of the core secrets of the demon race. How could it be easily revealed to outsiders? Even if this child carries demon blood, the half of the lowly human blood flowing in his body is original sin, a stain and uncertainty that can never be completely washed away.

He had never truly trusted Shi Yubai, so he naturally had to keep those fatal secrets firmly in his own hands.

It is enough to reveal a few scraps to pique their interest. Why would they teach everything they know? It is nothing more than temporarily taking advantage of their status and value.

He even thought maliciously, how wrong those righteous cultivators were to claim that immortals couldn't remain in places thick with demonic energy for extended periods! What truly eroded their daoist bodies and stunted their spiritual power wasn't the demonic energy itself, but the pervasive evil spirit mixed within it! This evil spirit could pollute their spiritual altars and corrode their golden elixirs, like a cancer clinging to their bones.

It is precisely because of this reason that most cultivators in the world have a huge deviation in their understanding of "demon cultivators".

They all thought that the paths of demon cultivation and immortal cultivation were two completely different and incompatible ones.

Coupled with the tragic battle between immortals and demons a hundred years ago, the word "demon" has long been a feared word. Some evil cultivators who do not follow the right path and act cruelly have also acted under the banner of "demon cultivators", making the term "demon cultivators" completely synonymous with ambiguity and sin.

As a result, monks who claim to be on the right path no longer even use the term "spiritual practitioners" which was commonly used in the earliest times.

In their opinion, demonic cultivation is not worthy of being called a way of cultivation, and only they are the orthodox and orthodox ones.

Therefore, the term "Xian Xiu" came into being, which clearly drew a line and proclaimed itself to be orthodox.

From then on, the evil cultivators were condemned by everyone and were completely classified as outcasts.

The demon clan's high-ranking officials were naturally well aware of this misunderstanding, but how could they offer an explanation? They wished the misunderstanding was as deep as possible, the barriers as clear as possible.

Those so-called "demon cultivators" who are despised by the immortals and have nowhere else to go can be gathered by them and used as temporary tools to make the best use of them. Isn't that wonderful?

Min Xiao naturally would not reveal all these deeper calculations and truths to Shi Yubai.

He just looked at the other person meaningfully, giving limited information as if it were alms.

"Is there something capable of annihilating you?" Shi Yubai grasped the key, his heart trembling—it wasn't that it didn't exist, but where in the world of cultivation was it? The difference between them was a world of difference!

Min Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at Shi Yubai with a half-smile: "Are you curious?"

The power demon beside him could no longer contain his eagerness to show off, and roared with laughter, shaking the cave. "It's okay to tell you! There are vague records of this in the ancient legends of the human race! But later generations are too dull to understand its true meaning, and just treat it as a vague myth!"

This brainless idiot... he just spilled everything! Min Xiao glanced at Li Mo, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but then he thought, things have come to this point, the whole situation is about to begin, and revealing a little bit of information is not a big deal. In the end, he didn't say anything to stop him, and tacitly accepted Li Mo's talkativeness.

"Legend has it that when the world was first created, the pure and the turbid were separated. A primordial deity sensed the gathering of evil and hostility in the world, fearing a catastrophe. So, they mined copper from Shou Mountain, drew the underworld fire from the Nine Netherworlds, gathered the essence of the stars, and poured in supreme merit and laws to forge a divine sword."

Li Mo's voice became low and solemn, as if he was reciting an extremely ancient motto, "When the sword takes shape, its light will pierce the sky, eclipsing the stars and the moon. The roar of dragons and the cry of phoenixes will resound throughout the universe, and all evil will be terrified, and demons will wail.

The blade is engraved with ancient divine script, and it is said that it can directly destroy the root of all evil, rather than simply dispel or seal it. Those who wield this sword with a righteous mind can cleanse the universe and restore peace and tranquility to the world.

"However, divine objects are inherently obscure, drawing the jealousy of the heavens. After the ancient war that slew both gods and demons, the sword disappeared, leaving no trace. Human texts occasionally contain scattered references to it, calling it 'Exorcist,' 'Slayer of Evil,' or the reverently named 'Glorious Silence'... Its name is unknown, its form unfathomable, but its might is known.

Most people in later generations just think it's a myth imagined by our ancestors, or a symbol. Who would believe that there really is a nemesis that can completely end our race? Hahahahaha!"

At the end of his speech, Li Mo burst into a triumphant and wild laugh again.

This is an extremely ancient and ethereal legend that has been passed down to this day, but has long lost its original appearance and is scattered in various fragments and gossips, like broken pearls and jade, covered with dust for a long time.

Even mortal children may have heard a glimpse of this story in the illustrations of some yellowed ancient scroll, or in the casual narration of their elders while cooling off in the summer nights. However, even now, they have only regarded it as a bedtime story, the same as those stories about ghosts and monsters, and have never taken it to heart.

Hearing what Li Mo mentioned at this moment, those dusty fragments of memory suddenly surged up, vaguely matching Li Mo's words.

Shi Yubai's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he continued where Li Mo had left off, his voice soft and gentle, with a hint of uncertainty and retrospective meaning:

"An ancient scroll fragment says that the sword was last seen before the last great catastrophe, when it glimmered faintly beneath the vast ice of the Arctic glacier. Others say it transformed into ordinary iron, hidden amidst the wars of dynasty change, awaiting a master capable of wielding it..."

"Haha, they're all just myths! Humanity has been searching for it for tens of millions of years, but have they ever found it? We can't even be sure it exists!"

Li Mo's laughter was filled with mockery. "All they rely on are a few seals and some methods to suppress demonic energy left behind by that Half-Step Immortal. They're fine against ordinary demonic energy, but against our demonic energy? Humph, their effectiveness is greatly reduced! Otherwise, why would they have needed only seals back then?"

Min Xiao added coldly, his tone tinged with shrewd sarcasm, "Even if there are wise souls among them who doubt its truth, how can we find it in the vast universe? It may be right before our eyes, or it may be far away. If we can't find it, can't distinguish it, then what's the difference between it and non-existence? This is one of our people's greatest reliances."

Shi Yubai's heart trembled as he listened, but he didn't dare show it. He just murmured, as if shaken by the secret: "Is that legend... true?" In his heart, he quickly calculated: Could this legendary sword become a variable? Or was it long since lost, ultimately just a legend, never to be seen again?

He quickly weighed it in his mind. If this legend was true, it would undoubtedly be subversive information.

Min Xiao took in all his subtle reactions, but he simply raised one corner of his mouth mysteriously, revealing a cold smile that was a mixture of contempt and control, and said no more.

Revealing these ancient anecdotes is the limit of his patience at the moment. How could he easily reveal the deeper calculations and truths?

Zhou Yuan listened to their conversation silently and felt something was strange. Was there one less Demon Lord?