After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

Mo Shan'an knew he understood, and it would be even better if he could ignore that strange look.

Actually, he regretted saying those words as soon as he did. What could he offer to help others? He was still an egg that couldn't hatch, so he couldn't blame others for thinking he was overestimating himself and talking big.

Mo Shitian suppressed the surging demonic energy within his body. Those old bastards really deserved to die. Once he got out, he would definitely tear them to pieces and make sure they could never be reincarnated.

"Ugh?" Are you alright?

Mo Shan'an's concern only earned him a faint glance from the man, whose nonchalant expression saddened him.

"fine"

Mo Shitian heard the childish, concerned voice again, and replied casually with some annoyance. He didn't know why he had called it back earlier. Wouldn't it have been better to let it fend for itself?

Although the man's tone was indifferent, the latter felt immensely satisfied. Mo Shan'an began to study the strange chains, wondering which pervert would imprison someone like that.

The more he thought about it, the more sympathetic he felt. So that's why the beautiful woman had a bad temper.

"Fool, put away your pity, I have no need for it."

Mo Shitian could sense its thoughts without even seeing them.

Feeling somewhat guilty, Mo Shan'an stopped speaking and instead curiously approached to examine the chains.

Mo Shitian looked down at the egg that had rubbed against him, unsure how to react, a smile slowly spreading across his eyes.

Perhaps it was because he had been isolated from the world for so long, but the seal that had lasted for thousands of years had softened his heart towards this little creature that hadn't yet hatched.

If the demon subordinates saw this scene, they would definitely think that the Venerable One in front of them had been possessed. The thing that could get so close to Mo Shitian was the eggshell that protected him before he was born.

"Stop looking, you can't help me."

Just as Mo Shan'an tried to get closer to the chains, he stopped him with his hand. The power of the Demon-Locking Chains was not something an unhatched cub could handle.

Mo Shan'an was still not convinced. He simply disliked the chains, especially when he saw the man's pale face, and that strange emotion in his heart began to resurface.

Suddenly, he got carried away and, staring at the long chain behind the man, rushed forward.

"boom"

The Demon-Locking Chain seemed to sense that the thing that struck it had demonic energy, and in an instant, a chain emerged from all around and wrapped around the eggshell.

"Well!"

Mo Shan'an felt the pressure from the outside world, and his whole body began to convulse. He could feel the heat surging in his heart being continuously absorbed.

He felt the eggshell gradually cracking, the cracks getting bigger and bigger. Oh no, his shell was broken, he was doomed!

Just as the eggshell could no longer hold on, a force forcibly detached it from the chain.

When Mo Shitian saw that fool trying, it wanted to mock him, but before it could even finish its sentence, it rushed over.

Seeing the demonic energy around it growing stronger, he flew over and saved it before the demon-locking chains could shatter it.

The chains were still twitching wildly. Seeing this, Mo Shitian waved his left hand, and the demonic energy formed a wall to block it. Only after doing this did he begin to examine the egg in his arms.

But when he looked down and saw the dense cracks on the eggshell, his expression changed instantly. Mo Shitian panicked. Could something be wrong with this little thing?

The cracks on the eggshell grew larger and larger, and the demonic energy surrounding him increased. To his surprise, the cracked eggshell was actually mixed with spiritual energy, very pure spiritual energy.

The man had to start re-evaluating the little thing in his arms. There were many people in the world who wanted to cultivate two different methods, but they had to be from the same root. It was rare to find someone who was both an immortal and a demon.

A strange look flashed in Mo Shitian's eyes, and his smile grew brighter and brighter, making his already monstrous face even more alluring. It seemed that saving this little thing was the right thing to do.

However, he raised his eyebrows, slowly raised his left hand, and slowly probed the demonic energy in his hand. At first, he thought the little guy would definitely push him out with force.

However, it offered no resistance to his intrusion, and even the ferocity it displayed when baring its fangs at the Demon-Locking Chains was gone; it greeted him like a docile cub.

Mo Shitian didn't have time to think much about it, assuming that his demonic energy had intimidated the other party. However, the scene inside made his pupils constrict slightly, and a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

How could they have merged?! That's right, the demonic energy released by Mo Shitian merged with the demonic energy of the master inside the eggshell, and the two were even stuck together so tightly that they could not be separated at all.

Whether it's human cultivation or spiritual cultivation, they all have their own factions. For example, only direct descendants of the demon race and the monster race can merge, which is the best proof of their kinship.

Mo Shitian only wanted to check on the little guy inside, but he didn't expect this to happen. No wonder he always felt that the demonic energy on the eggshell had a familiar aura. So that's why.

All the problems were solved. He stared at the hatchling with a complicated expression. There was a hole in the eggshell, and the sleeping little figure inside came into view.

Mo Shitian couldn't determine what species it was. It looked somewhat like the beast body of his mortal enemy, but the little guy had no horns, short claws, and a pair of small wings. Its black skin made it look a bit silly, but it had a teardrop-shaped golden forehead mark, and its chubby little paws would scratch its nose from time to time.

Perhaps due to excessive consumption of demonic energy, I didn't notice the problem with the eggshell, nor did I realize that I had already hatched.

The more soundly the little one slept in his arms, the more the man outside wanted to strangle it.

Mo Shitian had no idea why he had a blood relative cub; he had no memory of such a thing.

Does this represent a stain? Not really. Whether it's the demon race or the monster race, the higher their cultivation level, the harder it is to have offspring. Unlike the despicable human race, who have more and more offspring and are becoming increasingly greedy.

"Is this stupid thing really his descendant?"

Mo Shitian was highly skeptical of this, but the fusion of the two was an undeniable fact. He frowned, wondering if his mortal enemy had discovered the little guy's background and that's why he threw him here.

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The commotion in the wilderness also reached the Divine Lord's Palace, where several white-bearded dragon elders stood, discussing the matter with serious expressions.

"Your Majesty, should the seal on the Wilderness be reinforced? That demon Mo Shitian might not..."

The elder guarding the sealed land was displeased. "Nonsense! Although the seal's power has weakened year by year, it's still more than enough to trap that demon. Not to mention the Demon-Locking Chains' gradual erosion, he simply doesn't have the strength to break through the seal."

Elder Yuehua directly denied this claim, refusing to believe that one could cultivate in that barren wasteland devoid of spiritual energy and vegetation.

"But you are aware of the commotion in the wilderness today. If we don't reinforce the seal, how can we feel at ease?"

"Tenglong, do you think reinforcing the seal is that simple? Back then, it was the old Dragon Lord who sacrificed a hundred dragon warriors, using their blood to seal Mo Shitian."

Yuehua became more and more excited as she spoke, "Now, the number of offspring born in our clan over the past hundred years can be counted on one hand. Don't you know that?"

The dragon race today is not what it used to be; there are fewer and fewer offspring, and now no offspring are being born at all, which is a serious problem.

Just as the two were about to continue arguing, they were suddenly interrupted.

"enough"

When a deep, resonant male voice filled the hall, the two exchanged a glance and bowed respectfully, addressing him as "Divine Lord."