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He wanted to ask what exactly had happened.

However, after making a full circuit of the area, he made a shocking discovery.

There wasn’t a single true Dao Foundation Realm Great Demon left in the waters governed by the Water Ape Mansion.

Only a few Spirit Monsters with shallow Cultivation, who had just recently gained sentience, were left behind. He couldn’t get any useful information from them at all.

’Could they have been captured by Human Race Cultivators?’

As Chen Po gazed at the scene, his expression became filled with alarm and uncertainty, his mind racing.

As a turtle who had cultivated into a demon, his Lifespan far exceeded that of a normal member of the Demon Race.

He had already lived for a full five hundred years and had seen a great deal, so he naturally understood the current standing of the Demon Race.

The Demon Race seemed formidable, but in reality, they were nothing more than materials for the Alchemy and Artifact Refining of those Human Race Cultivators.

Those Human Race Cultivators would shout slogans like, ’For the good of all people.’

Then, they would swing their cruel butcher knives at them without mercy.

Skinning them, pulling their tendons, gouging out their flesh, and scraping their bones—they resorted to every conceivable method, squeezing out every last bit of value from the Demon Race.

His parents had been a pair of Great Demons whose strength had reached the Dao Foundation Level, yet even they couldn’t escape this fate.

In the end, their shells were brutally torn off, supposedly to refine a Magical Treasure called the Spirit Turtle Shield.

As for him, he had just been born at the time.

He was too weak and worthless in the eyes of those greedy Human Race Cultivators, which was how he luckily managed to survive.

From that day on, the seeds of hatred took root and sprouted in his heart.

Day and night, he dreamed of getting justice from those Human Race Cultivators, of making them pay for their crimes in blood.

But as time went on, harsh reality was like a bucket of cold water, dousing the hope in his heart again and again.

His Cultivation progress was exceptionally slow. Breaking through to the Nascent Element Realm in this lifetime was already as difficult as ascending to the heavens, let alone seeking vengeance against those powerful Human Race Cultivators.

Moreover, his fear of Human Race Cultivators grew with each passing day.

Every time he thought of those bloody scenes, he would tremble in fear.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, he had to find another way to survive, so he placed his hopes on finding a powerful backer.

Finally, through his own efforts, he became a subordinate of the Tai Ze Lake Demon Monarch.

He had thought that by hiding at the bottom of Tai Ze Lake, he could escape the threat of the Human Race Cultivators and find a place of peace.

But the strange sight before him today was like an invisible hand, violently tearing open the unhealed wound in his heart.

The horrifying images of the past rushed back like a tide.

In an instant, he felt a chill shoot up his spine, and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze.

Not daring to linger any longer, he hurriedly left the area.

...

In the depths of Tai Ze Lake’s center, the water was bottomless, tens of thousands of meters from the surface.

Here at the dark, deep bottom of the lake, a magnificent Crystal Palace sat quietly.

Above it were inscribed three large words: Swallow River Palace.

The Demon Soldiers coming and going were clad in armor and carried sharp weapons, their auras powerful.

The weakest among them shockingly possessed the strength of the Qi Cultivation Third Realm, the Meridian Passage Realm.

Furthermore, these Demon Soldiers were all in human form, with only a few lingering Features of the Demon Race on their bodies.

Inside the palace.

Chen Po prostrated himself, kneeling on the ground as he reported everything he had seen in detail.

Directly in front of him, at the head of the palace hall, sat a figure.

It was a stern-faced middle-aged man wearing a Crown, its beaded tassels hanging lightly. He was dressed in a long black robe with dragon patterns coiling over it, giving him an extraordinary air.

His eyes were like molten gold, deep and sharp. Simply by sitting there quietly, he exuded a powerful aura of authority that made it impossible for others to look at him directly.

After hearing Chen Po’s words, he frowned slightly.

A thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

He had been in seclusion before and couldn’t be disturbed.

So, as soon as he came out, he had planned to immediately summon the various Demon Kings from the areas surrounding Tai Ze Lake.

He wanted to see if anyone had information about the person who was Crossing the Nascent Element Tribulation.

He hadn’t expected a situation like this to arise.

’It seems there must be a connection between these events.’

A glint flashed in his eyes.

’Perhaps it really was some Cultivator undergoing their tribulation.’

He had once heard that the Human Race’s Three Great Immortal Sects possessed Dharma Gates to evade the Thunder Tribulation.

’Perhaps one of their Cultivators was undergoing a tribulation here. As for the Demon Race members in the area, they were most likely dead, turned into materials for Arrays and Elixirs.’

At this thought, his molten-gold eyes darkened.

’Human Race... Soon. Once the Dragon Transformation Spring opens and my transformation is complete, I will make you all pay in blood!’

...

The sky was dim.

A twilight rain fell like silk threads, weaving a fine net between heaven and earth.

It cast a hazy veil over the world.

Raindrops pelted a winding, rutted official road, splashing up murky water from the puddles.

The grass and trees on both sides of the road shivered and swayed in the wind and rain, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

CLIP-CLOP...

Just then, the faint sound of horse hooves came from the distance.

Looking toward the sound, a convoy of escort carriages emerged from the rain, drawing closer. Their wheels struggled through the mud, letting out dull CREAKS.

The lead carriage was quite large, its body crafted from thick ebony that gave off a deep luster.

The four walls of the carriage were reinforced with fine iron, each rivet distinct, glinting coldly in the dim light.

The carriage was covered with a black oilcloth tarp, from which raindrops slid off in streams.

The carriage was pulled by three sturdy black horses. Their bodies were covered with rainproof felt cloths, and their hooves stamped down heavily, splashing up large sprays of muddy water.

On either side of the carriage, Darts Masters rode tall horses, their postures straight and proud.

They wore tight-fitting black clothes with straw raincoats over them, and the rain slid down the capes.

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