Chapter 1315: Chapter 1314: Rest Hall, Mysterious Elder, History of the Demon Race
“If you have any curiosity, you can ask .
About the Demonic Path.”
“What is the Demonic Path?” Since the other party ntioned it, Xu Zii casually asked.
“No way, you’re a person of the Demon Race, yet you don’t even know the Demonic Path?” Wang Li said in surprise.
“You’re the one who told to ask,” Xu Zii replied.
“I’ve usually been busy with cultivation, rarely concerned with these matters.”
“It’s common sense. Even if you’re not concerned, you should know,” Xu Jiamo interjected.
“You should know our senior, the Evil Demon.”
Even though Xu Zii didn’t know, he nodded stoically.
Otherwise, the others would definitely start suspecting his identity.
“Before he passed away, the Evil Demon left behind his lifeti inheritance.
He arranged the Demonic Path, letting successors explore it to gain his inheritance,”
Wang Li followed, explaining: “However, the Evil Demon was indeed the strongest of our era in the Demonic Path.
His inheritance has been left for a thousand years. Those who enter the Demonic Path only get scraps.
But the true inheritance, no one has found it yet.
Everyone who enters cos back empty-handed.”
“Since he’s a senior of our Demon Race, he could just leave the inheritance directly.
Why make it so complicated?” Xu Zii asked.
“The Demon Race has always been a world of survival of the fittest. How can the powerful’s inheritance go to the diocre,” Wang Li continued.
“If you want the inheritance, you must rely on your own ability, so everyone respects you.”
Hearing this, Xu Zii nodded in agreent.
This thod produces almost exclusively elite disciples.
Relying on oneself is the true path to success.
“I have so matters to attend in the academy. Let’s et tomorrow,” Xu Zii said.
“We’ll wait for you at Triumph Hall, don’t deceive us,” Wang Li warned.
“The Demonic Path requires five people to enter.”
“Don’t worry,” Xu Zii nodded.
After bidding farewell to the four, Xu Zii walked through the Demon Palace’s grand entrance.
The structures inside were incredibly lavish.
Every Study Palace hall was primarily adorned in black and gold, with various colors as embellishnts.
In various styles, the black Magic River flows through the Demon Palace, its thick Demonic Qi perating the air.
Upon entering, Xu Zii could feel the intense Demonic Qi here.
“Interesting,” he murmured to himself.
He wandered around, observing the surroundings.
After navigating several pathways, Xu Zii arrived at the Demon Race’s library.
To understand the history of the Demon Race and recent events, this library was the perfect place.
Compared to the imposing style outside, the library’s style was much more elegant.
A statue dressed in a scholarly robe stood at the entrance.
The demon appeared extrely refined.
Inside, the architecture began to be replaced by shades of blue and white, the library was not rely a single hall.
It was a labyrinth of twists and turns, stretching out as far as the eye could see.
At a glance, there were at least dozens of halls interconnected.
However, the library had a guardian, an unkempt old man.
He was seated in front of the library, feet propped casually on a wooden table.
Sound asleep.
When Xu Zii was about to enter, the old man suddenly woke up.
“The library isn’t open these days,” the old man said.
His face gaunt, seemingly with sothing stuck between his teeth, he spoke while picking at them.
“I want to take a look inside,” Xu Zii replied.
“I won’t disturb anything.”
“I’ve already said you can’t enter,” the old man continued to shake his head.
However, at that mont, he seed to sense sothing.
He paused silently, curiously assessing Xu Zii.
Then slowly said, “You may go in.”
Although surprised by the sudden change, Xu Zii didn’t dwell too much.
Upon entering the library, all other hall doors were closed.
Only one hall nad “Rest Hall” was open, so Xu Zii entered.
……
Soft sunlight stread through the windows, dust lazily scattering across the ground.
Layer upon layer of bookshelves neatly arranged, casting shadows in the sunlight’s reflection.
Xu Zii stepped inside, it was extrely quiet, only the sound of pages turning echoed.
Looking up, he noticed an old man seated among the bookshelves.
Observing the old man, he felt a familiarity.
Suddenly recalling that he’d seen a statue outside the library that looked identical to the old man.
“Does the young master need any books?” The old man stood up, smiling as he approached.
“The one at the entrance, was it you who got in?” Xu Zii didn’t answer, choosing instead to ask.
“Knowing already, why ask,” the old man laughed.
“How shall I address you?” Xu Zii asked.
“They call Demon Sage, but from ancient tis, I rember soone calling Zhe,” the old man said.
“You may call that.”
“Zhe?” Xu Zii repeated.
He felt that the old man certainly knew him, but frustratingly, he couldn’t rember anything.
“I want to know the major events that have occurred in the Demon Realm these recent years,” Xu Zii said.
The old man smiled and handed a book to Xu Zii.
He said, “This book contains everything you wish to know.”
Xu Zii was sowhat astonished, as if the old man already knew his purpose.
He accepted the book, sensing that the old man bore no malice toward him.
Rather, a deep respect.
“There’s a table here,” the old man guided Xu Zii past several bookshelves, finding a stone heart table prepared.
The table emitted a faint fragrance, delightful and refreshing.
Xu Zii didn’t overthink it, laying the book on the table to read.
……
Presently, the Demon Realm is known for its Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Mountains.
The Demon Race’s power is deeply intertwined and highly complex.
Although the Purgatory Demon Charioteer manages the overall direction, they rarely make decisions. The Clan Leader of the Demon Race is an entity called the Demon Heaven Emperor.
Although the Heavenly Dao has allocated the Catastrophe Demon Domain to the Demon Race, used for stabilizing them.
The Demon Race fears the Heavenly Dao’s apprehension and secretly governs the Catastrophe Demon Domain, rarely revealing themselves to act.
Xu Zii turned page after page, finding it increasingly fascinating.
The old man remained quietly by his side.
Occasionally, he’d pour a cup of hot tea for Xu Zii, the kind unknown, yet drinking it felt comforting.
Sotis, when the tea cooled, the old man, like a respectful servant, dutifully replaced it with hot tea.
Without realizing it, night fell.
The old man lit an oil lamp, its wick flickering, illuminating the entire hall.
“This Doomsday Demon has so spirit,” Xu Zii occasionally remarked.
The old man would sotis listen with a smile.
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