The poor, illustrious White Demon King. He had ruled the Azure Bamboo Forest for thousands of years, a true hegemon with countless vassal races under his command. Now, in a single day, he was dead, and his Lifebound Golden Core had manifested.
Yet not a single Demon Spirit wailed for him. They only knew how to fight over the spoils.
Such is the evil in the hearts of men. Once these demons, who had cultivated to become spirits, developed emotions and desires, they too learned to prioritize their own gain above all else.
However, in the bloody slaughter that ensued, everyone became an enemy. No one managed to get their hands on the White Demon King's Lifebound Golden Core. Instead, many new Demon Spirit Golden Cores appeared, floating in the sky.
These belonged to those who had tried to snatch the prize, only to be killed like live targets.
The Demon Spirit Golden Cores hovered in the air, like brilliant stars rising in the night sky.
