Before long, Yang Kai's attention was completely captured by the battle, and he gradually forgot his own pain, focusing all his awareness on what was unfolding before him.
Both sides in this battle were the absolute peak of power. The waves of energy bursting forth from each move and strike were beyond imagination, carrying true, world-ending might.
One was a wild and unrestrained figure wreathed in demonic energy, while the other was a handsome middle-aged man whose every gesture exuded an air of effortless composure.
The former's appearance struck Yang Kai as somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up as he realized exactly who this demon-infused powerhouse was.
The Great Demon God!
The legendary Great Demon God of matchless power!
Yang Kai had once seen the Great Demon God's statue in the small Mystic World inhabited by the
The Great Demon God was a legendary figure. In his era, no one could rival him, and he was universally acknowledged as the foremost being under heaven. Under his command, the entire Demon Race was mighty and well-armored, and even humanity, the most numerous of all races, had to steer clear of his path.
After him, no subsequent Demon Race ruler dared to call themselves a Demon God—they all took the title of Demon Sovereign instead, as a mark of reverence and respect for the Great Demon God.
It was said that one particular Demon Sovereign had been foolish enough to declare himself a Demon God. Before he could enjoy even a few days of that supreme authority, he was besieged and killed by his own subordinates.
That was how profound an impact the Great Demon God had left on the entire Demon Race.
And judging from the scene before him now, this Great Demon God was still in his growing phase, not yet at the absolute peak of his power. Even so, very few in that era were capable of fighting him.
This middle-aged man was presumably one of the few who qualified!
The Holy Lord of the
Yang Kai couldn't help feeling a surge of emotion. He didn't know why he was witnessing a battle that had taken place countless years ago, but he could guess it had something to do with that single drop of the Demon God's Blood. Perhaps the drop of blood carried the Great Demon God's own memories, which was how he was able to see these visions.
The Great Demon God and the Holy Lord of that era both possessed cultivation at the third level of the Saint Realm. This battle should have been a clash between the absolute apex of power.
No one knew what had triggered the battle—it was already underway by the time Yang Kai's vision began. Through one fierce collision after another, both combatants were fighting with everything they had.
They fought from the ground to the sky, from the sky into the starry void, and from the starry void back down to the earth. The scene shifted with dizzying speed, and the two were evenly matched—so closely matched that neither could gain the upper hand for a long while.
But Yang Kai watched in rapt fascination, without a trace of impatience.
Witnessing such a heaven-shaking battle was immensely beneficial to his growth. Young disciples of great sects were often taken by their seniors to observe battles between high-realm cultivators, so they could absorb combat experience and gain insights into things they couldn't fathom through daily training alone.
What lay before Yang Kai was nothing short to a tremendous opportunity!
The way both fighters adapted during combat and released their energy set Yang Kai's mind racing. He observed closely, comparing each detail against his own combat experience, cross-referencing them one by one.
Time slipped past. After an unknowable stretch, the balance that had held between the two gradually began to break.
Whether it was impatience to claim victory or something else, the Holy Lord launched a move that failed to take effect and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.
The Great Demon God, wild and berserk as if he had gone mad, seized the opening and pressed his killing blow.
Just as Yang Kai was watching with eager absorption, the vision before him suddenly shifted again—most likely because the memory carried within that drop of Demon God's Blood was not continuous after such an immense span of time.
When Yang Kai's vision stabilized once more, the battle had already been decided. That generation's Holy Lord was coughing up mouthfuls of blood, his face deathly pale. His figure transformed into a streak of radiant light as he fled in desperate retreat from the Great Demon God.
Before departing, he managed to seize a single drop of the Great Demon God's golden blood.
The Great Demon God merely stood in place, watching his wretched retreating figure with a cold, arrogant gaze. He made no move to pursue. After a moment, his body flickered, and he vanished from the spot.
The images in Yang Kai's mind cut off at that point…
Yang Kai let out a long breath and slowly steadied the excitement surging through his heart.
He had never imagined he would be able to witness the Great Demon God with his own eyes in this manner. Ever since arriving on the Tongxuan Continent, he had heard this figure's legends from different people time and again, and this person was inextricably linked to him in countless ways.
The Proud Bone Golden Body was the Great Demon God's skeleton. The World-Destroying Demon Eye was his eye. Even the Black Book had been forged by his hand. Sadly, the Great Demon God had long since perished, leaving Yang Kai with no chance of meeting him.
Now Yang Kai had finally gotten his wish.
The legacy the Great Demon God had left behind had provided Yang Kai tremendous help along the path of his growth. But Yang Kai felt he would not be bound by the Great Demon God's path. On the contrary, he was even more convinced that he could carve out a road of his own—one the Great Demon God had never reached—and surpass the achievements of that bygone era.
Only in this way could he do justice to the vast resources he now commanded. Only in this way could he prove that everything he possessed was not something the Great Demon God had arranged.