The fact that the Demon Race was able to bring forth the Imperial Stream was no simple matter. Demon Master Kunpeng knew this very well. Without the permission of the one on the Lunar Star, the Imperial Nectar would never have appeared. How the agreement was reached remained a mystery to all; all anyone saw was Di Jun making a trip to the Lunar Star, and after his return, the Imperial Nectar emerged.
"A scattered force will only be picked apart and defeated one by one by the other races. In my view, our Demon Race must also establish a Fate Dynasty, and quickly form a real influence in the Eternal World to unite the hearts of all demons. Otherwise, acting independently, the Demon Race's power will never reach its peak," Demon Master Kunpeng said after some thought.
The Fate Dynasty was the true theme of this era of the Eternal World.
Unlike the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, who relied on brute force and savage brawling, which lacked any subtlety or technique, this was related to their own goals. Their ancestors aimed to fight once, and whether successful or not, the outcome was to either remain or leave the Eternal World. Most importantly, their three clans' progenitors had all been fully resurrected in the process.
That was the key.
With the progenitors alive, everything could start anew, and everything could become better.
"This time, the Ancestor Witches of the Witch Clan will not take the field or intervene, naturally, we two brothers cannot act either. We will only establish the Demon Race's ancestral court and stay put, while the younger generation goes forth to open the Demon Fate Dynasty," Donghuang Taiyi declared firmly.
"Bo Kui, Zhong Lang, Shu Kun, Ji Ting, Xian Rui, Lu Jun, Ya Qiong, De Shen, Ren Jing, You Wen, Zhao Hao." Di Jun called out, and immediately eleven figures appeared simultaneously from the Heavenly Emperor Palace.
It was evident that each of the eleven radiated an aura closely connected to the Solar Star, with flames dancing around their bodies yet causing no harm.
They were none other than Di Jun's direct bloodline heirs—the ten Golden Crow Sons. Zhao Hao, who had fused with the Golden Crow bloodline, possessed not only a human form but could also transform into a three-legged Golden Crow. Back then, he connected with the Solar Star and was recognized by Di Jun as the eleventh Golden Crow son. In a way, Zhao Hao's support was extraordinarily advantageous—a mighty backing that stood firm through the ages.
With the Demon Race behind him, Zhao Hao was effectively the eleventh prince of the Demons.
His status was naturally among the highest in the world.
For Zhao Hao, this was a meteoric rise, one completely deserved.
And this time was a grand opportunity for him—one not to be missed.
"You eleven are all my blood descendants. The Eternal World is a new era. In this era, everything must start from scratch, from zero. There will be difficulties but also great blessings. This time, I will give you the opportunity. Equal treatment—no exceptions," Di Jun said decisively. "Go, enter the Eternal World and establish the Demon Fate Dynasty. You eleven will have the same resources, the same support, and the same starting capital. Whether you succeed in expanding the Fate Dynasty depends entirely on your own abilities. You are my sons, and I hope to see all of you grow and succeed. You are the future of the Demon Race."
He planned to send all his sons out to the Eternal World to open the Fate Dynasty. How far they could go was up to them. Likewise, the Fate Dynasty they built would be the most legitimate and direct branch of the Demon Race. Of course, other powerful Demon Race figures would also personally go out to develop Fate Dynasties. The Eternal World was vast, and with so many Demons, Fate Dynasties were necessary to guide them and face off against other strong clans.
"Father, rest assured, we will not disappoint you," Bo Kui said confidently.
This was not news to them—it had been communicated before through their qi, and they already understood the challenges ahead. This was a huge test of their abilities. Naturally, no one would refuse such an opportunity—it was their chance to rule a domain and carve out a legendary career.
The other Golden Crow princes shared the same resolve.
Especially Zhao Hao, who had waited many years for this moment. He was thrilled, thinking to himself, "With the support of the Demon Race, this Fate Dynasty can catch up with others in the shortest time. With the aid of the Heaven's Chosen and the Heavenly Palace's influence, I can accelerate my progress, catching up with or even surpassing Great Yi. Yi Tianxing, I, Zhao Hao, am no weaker than you. Before, I just lacked the chance. Now that I have it, we shall see who will truly rise to the top."
Zhao Hao's pride had never faded, even when the Heavenly Palace suppressed Great Yi without success, and even when Great Yi's stratagem shattered every blockade. Now, with better resources, there was no reason he couldn't catch up. As for Yi Tianxing, Zhao Hao thought he was just a pig lifted by the wind, lucky to be where he was. If it were him, he could do just as well, if not better.
Now was the time to prove it.
"Emperor Yi, our rivalry has only just begun," Zhao Hao said, staring deeply at the Eternal World, his fighting spirit surging.
Soon, the eleven Golden Crow princes simultaneously departed for the Eternal World to establish the Fate Dynasty, accepting the newborn Demon Race citizens and laying the firmest foundation for the Demon Fate Dynasty.
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Time passed swiftly. The Imperial Nectar lasted an entire night, seeding countless Demon Race offspring across the lands and seas.
This had great impact on other forces, but little effect on Great Yi. Due to the Heavenly Decree, the number of Demons born inside Great Yi was only a small fraction. Even those born had to remain dormant. Instead, the emergence of many spirit beasts and spirit roots ignited Great Yi's enthusiasm for venturing into the wilds. Every day, someone gained top-tier spirit roots and became instantly wealthy.
They acquired vast resources overnight, gaining the capital to cultivate to higher realms.
None of the dangers of the wilds could dampen Great Yi's passion.
At that moment, outside Tianlong City in the wilderness, a large tribe stood tall.
This tribe gave off a savage, wild aura.
It looked like a large ancient city, but the architectural style was distinctly foreign. Many towering iron trees grew there. Hanging from these iron trees were numerous iron cages, all birthed from the trees themselves—a special species called Iron Cage Trees, capable of producing iron cages that could imprison internal magical energy. This was a strange phenomenon, famous in many places.
Inside these cages were many living beings of various races—humans and others—all treated equally within the cages.
From their numb, hopeless eyes, one could see they had lost all hope for the future, overwhelmed by a deep, intense fear.
Within this alien town, a large number of corpse slaves could be seen. These slaves were not only tall but had blue faces with fangs, their open mouths revealing bloody sinews and flesh strands. A bloody stench filled the air, evoking terror.
Though humanoid in appearance, their terrifying legs resembled giant claws, and their hands were sharp claws like knives, intersecting with lethal sharpness. These were the legendary ghouls.
Also visible were other figures almost indistinguishable from humans—handsome men and beautiful women, exuding a unique elegance starkly contrasting the ghouls outside.
This was a ghoul tribe.
Ordinary ghouls were naturally hideous, but the true elite had bloodlines evolved and life levels advanced, making them distinctly different. Though the same species, the difference between upper and lower ranks was clear.
Moreover, this ghoul tribe was obviously a large tribe.
The number of ghouls in the city was no less than hundreds of thousands—an immense fighting force ready to unleash destruction anytime.
Not to mention the high-ranking ghouls within the city.
"Boss, this Mad Blood Tribe is tough to deal with. The number is too great—truly hundreds of thousands of ghouls. It's not to be trifled with. If we want to wipe out the Mad Blood Tribe this time, relying on just our Bounty Hunter Hall might not be enough,"
Outside the city, atop a towering ancient tree, a group of bounty hunters cloaked in invisibility charms silently observed the Mad Blood Tribe. No one had expected the tribe to be so large or to contain so many ghouls. If they erupted, the damage would be terrible. Whether the bounty hunters could exterminate them was a major question.
The difficulty was immense.
"Hmm, the intel we gathered is very important. Now we just wait for the Chameleon's report. Once the Chameleon returns, we'll immediately withdraw and relay the information. Then our mission will be complete," Lin Feng nodded, speaking calmly.
They had been lurking in the wilderness for days, gathering precious information. Moreover, one teammate skilled in shapeshifting had infiltrated the city to scout defenses and other intel. Once successful, this would be key to the upcoming battle.
The Chameleon's ability to transform into any form made infiltration effortless—like a fish in water.
"Captain, look! Something's happening!"
"Bad, the Chameleon seems to have been exposed!"