The Wordless Black Book was something Yang Kai had stumbled upon by accident. At first, it had been nothing more than a pillow.
But one moment of defiance in his sleep had unlocked the mysteries within the Wordless Black Book.
Yang Kai could confirm that the book's original owner was the Great Demonic God because of a story Han Fei had told him a few days ago.
She said that back in the day, the Great Demonic God had obtained an enormous piece of soul-suppressing stone from who knew where. No one knew what it had ultimately been used for—only some scraps remained. Those scraps, combined with other precious materials, had been refined into four Void Rings, each held by one of the Four Great Commanders.
Now it seemed that the massive piece of soul-suppressing stone the Great Demonic God had acquired was used to create the Wordless Black Book. The material of the Black Book and the material of the Void Rings held by the Four Commanders were one and the same!
If that was the case, then the owner of the Proud Bone Golden Body was also the Great Demonic God.
He had tried to break free from this world and ascend to a higher plane of existence, but he had failed. His physical body was destroyed, yet his skeletal frame remained. And precisely because it was the Great Demonic God's skeleton, the Proud Bone Golden Body was filled with sinister power.
The Proud Bone Golden Body Technique, the incense burner, the True Yang Technique, the Myriad Medicine Spirit Liquids series, the World-Destroying Demonic Eye—all of these were arrangements left behind by the Great Demonic God.
It was just that Yang Kai's path of growth had deviated somewhat from his plans.
During that incident in the Medicine King Valley, Yang Kai had obtained the True Pill Refining Art, which was not something the Great Demonic God had intended to give him.
Perhaps the Great Demonic God had wanted his successor to devote himself wholeheartedly to reaching the pinnacle of the martial path, undistracted by alchemy.
Lost in thought, Yang Kai's eyes suddenly lit up as another memory surfaced.
Guan'er had once told him that the Ancient Demonic Race had once produced an extraordinary alchemist—a figure that no pill-refining master could ever hope to rival.
By that logic, could that alchemist have been the Great Demonic God as well? Otherwise, where would the True Pill Refining Art have come from?
It was merely a guess, but the likelihood was enormous!
Yang Kai's eyes gleamed with brilliance as his mind raced, carefully sorting through all the information he had. Gradually, his thoughts became clear.
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"My Lady Li, he may possess the World-Destroying Demonic Eye, but is it not somewhat hasty to hand over our entire clan to him based on that alone?"
After they left the stone chamber, Hua Mo suddenly spoke in a low voice, his face etched with worry. Even though he had been quite excited upon seeing the World-Destroying Demonic Eye, when he thought about it more carefully, he still felt that Li Rong's decision was somewhat inappropriate.
"Yes, there are too many doubts about him. The World-Destroying Demonic Eye alone doesn't confirm anything. Most importantly, he's a human..." Han Fei also nodded gently, agreeing with Hua Mo.
Li Rong smiled faintly. "Since the World-Destroying Demonic Eye chose him, that is the Great Demonic God's decision. We need only follow our ancestral instructions. Besides, he's human now, but as for the future... who can say?"
Hua Mo and Han Fei exchanged stunned looks and fell silent.
"Still, his performance was rather satisfactory." Hua Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded. "I would have thought that a young man of his temperament, upon hearing that the Ancient Demonic Race would pledge loyalty and serve him, would immediately agree in delight. I didn't expect him to actually refuse."
Not only had he refused, but throughout the entire encounter, he had shown remarkably little excitement.
It was as though whether or not the Ancient Demonic Race swore loyalty to him made no difference whatsoever.
If he wasn't being foolishly overconfident, then he must have weathered many storms, come to know himself, and developed a profound understanding of who he was.
That sort of person could not possibly be foolish or lacking in confidence. The scene of him killing Chu Jian still flashed through Hua Mo's mind from time to time, sending chills down his spine each time.
That left only one explanation: he understood himself clearly and would not make rash decisions without absolute certainty.
And such people were invariably the kind who relied solely on their own abilities, never placing their hopes on forces beyond their control.
"Which is why the Great Demonic God's judgment is never wrong," Li Rong said with a happy smile. "Just you watch—within five years, our clan will be able to leave this minor Mystic Realm and see the world our ancestors once lived in."
Hua Mo and Han Fei's expressions shifted, their eyes filling with anticipation.
How many years had it been? Since the Great Demonic God had sealed their clan within this minor Mystic Realm, at least several thousand years had passed. The world had long forgotten that there had once been a race that served the Great Demonic God as his most loyal servants. The sun, moon, stars, great rivers, and oceans recorded in their texts—none of them had ever seen those wondrous sights. They could only imagine.
Every clan member's lifelong dream was to leave this place, to go outside and see it all for themselves, to witness the splendors beyond.
"I hope I live long enough to see that day," Hua Mo said, taking a deep breath to calm the stirring of his emotions.
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Demon God Castle. Inside an octagonal tower, the building was not particularly tall, but its architecture was unique and carried a certain elegance. Beautiful decorations hung from each of the tower's eight corners, and the wooden windows were carved with patterns of birds and beasts.
With Guan'er leading the way, Yang Kai strolled casually into the octagonal tower.
After a night of contemplation, Yang Kai had sorted out his thoughts.
No matter what the Ancient Demonic Race intended, his own goal had always been to grow stronger. That had never changed. Only by becoming more powerful than anyone else could he survive in this world. Only by becoming more powerful than anyone else could he do as he pleased, beholden to no one.
So the Ancient Demonic Race's attitude toward him didn't matter. He simply needed to stay the course on his own path.
"My Lady is inside. Go in yourself." Guan'er gestured and stopped at the door.