The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

He led the exiles to open up a new residence, called the Demon Realm.

That is the present-day South Posuo Continent.

The people of Nanposo Continent were all grateful for his contributions. They named the Ji clan as the most respected and believed that only a king with the surname Ji could lead the people to prosperity.

However, the position of Pope is not something that can be held by one family. After each new Pope ascends the throne, an inspection of the entire Demon Cult must be held to select the demon with the purest bloodline, grant him the surname Ji, treat him as an adopted son, and establish him in charge of destiny.

This is how Ji Siye came to be the God of Destiny...in this life.

No one stipulated that this should be done, but over a long period of time, this behavior seemed to gradually become a matter of course, and no one would ever break this unspoken rule.

Oh no.

Throughout history, there was a pope who dared to break the rules.

A man whose name is lost to history and who cannot be spoken of.

The king who was assassinated on the throne for the brief peace between the gods and demons.

In the judgment of history, she seems to have been a tyrant and a despicable defaulter.

But history will not record that she stood up during the demon clan’s darkest time and maintained the crumbling wheel.

After all, history is always written by the victors, and she had been nailed to the head on that rainy night.

But the Pope who was worthy of being called an empress left behind a monument for future generations to comment on.

Generally speaking, a monument usually records a person's merits and demerits throughout his life.

Those who build monuments will highlight their own merits and achievements, but gloss over their mistakes.

She seemed to have foreseen her own death, so she carved this stone tablet for herself early on.

And when the empress who was called a tyrant was stabbed to death on the throne, with countless chains wrapped around her body because of the world's anger and fear of her, someone found the monument she had written for herself.

When people came to the stone tablet, they were all dumbfounded.

Because there was nothing engraved on the stone tablet except her name.

This is a monument without any words on it.

This seemed like her arrogance and her mockery.

As if she were saying—

History will judge right and wrong, merits and demerits.

I am not qualified to judge me, and neither are you.

But people at that time were only filled with resentment and anger. They pushed down the only stone tablet she had left for themselves and began to make drastic moves to seek peace with the gods, hoping to obtain the peace that they had not had for a long time.

The ending is also simple, they failed.

Defeated by a fox demon girl who wielded a sword and killed gods and demons everywhere.

On that day, at the place where the agreement was signed, the sky was covered with thin blood beads, and the sky was dyed light red.

That inscriptionless stele also disappeared in history and was lost in the long river of time...

?

Ji Qixue, with her eyes covered with gauze, stood in the Pope's most private room, staring blankly ahead.

Today is the millennium celebration of her accession to the throne.

At this time, she was wearing a purple and black gradient long skirt that exposed her back, and the hem of the skirt fell on the blanket.

She wore a crown on her head and luxurious ornaments around her neck, looking extremely elegant.

She stretched out her hand, and with her black gauze glove she slowly stroked the broken stone tablet in front of her, which had been baptized by time.

There was no text on it, even the name of the former empress had been erased and no one knew it.

Ji Qixue took a deep breath and forced a smile.

Until now, the people of the Demon Cult still regard the empress as an unspeakable tyrant, spitting on her crimes - even if they don't know her name.

But only the Pope of each country is qualified to personally touch this inscriptionless stele and understand the courage of the decision made by the empress.

Ji Qixue was silent for a long time, and finally let out a sigh.

She turned and stepped into the dazzling light of the ceremony.

One hundred and ninety-four. Ji Qixue

The street corners were lined with people.

Jing Yan held Wen Youqing's hand to prevent them from being lost in the crowd.

Today's Nanposo Island is unprecedentedly grand, with crowds of people, from 70-year-old men to toddlers, all pouring out of the doors, overjoyed.

"Wuwu...Master."

Wen Youqing was squeezed so hard that the flowers on her head were crooked. She wanted to cry but couldn't. "Why can't we fly?"

Jing Yan raised his head and saw a huge spiritual pressure rising from the sky. The higher the cultivation level, the more one could feel the profound spiritual power.

It would require at least six Mahayana cultivators to work together to maintain the stability of the formation.

This is enough to explain why the Demon Cult is the most powerful force on the continent today, and also explains why they dare to be enemies with the Gods.

After all, the foundation that has not been erased for tens of thousands of years is extremely terrifying.

Just to ensure that no accidents occur during the celebration, six Mahayana cultivators were dispatched. Although they may not be cultivators who have been in the Mahayana realm for a long time, they are at least the most advanced cultivators in the current world of immortal cultivation and should not be underestimated.

"Someone is supervising to avoid any accidents. Flying has been prohibited since entering the capital."

Jingyan replied.

This is inevitable. After all, although the Demon Cult is powerful nowadays, there are still many people who want to take the Pope's head. It is said that there was a rebellion in Nanposo Continent not long ago, which has just been suppressed. Not to mention the God Clan, who has always been hostile to the Demon Cult. After the death of the God King Hongjun, they want to delay the time of war with the Demon Cult.

Today is the day when the Pope makes a public appearance, which happens only once in ten years.

Even many members of the demon cult in Nanposo Continent may not have met the Pope, let alone those who want to assassinate the Pope.

Normally, the Pope resides high up in the Demon Palace, which is heavily guarded and impenetrable, so there is no opportunity for assassination.

And today, the Pope will walk through the army, overlooking the crowd, and climb up the high platform that symbolizes the power of the cult alone - this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

No one knows how powerful the Pope is today.

Hedao...Mahayana?

Yes.

Although Mahayana is the ultimate level of spiritual power and is extremely difficult to achieve, she is the ruler of a group after all, and Mahayana cultivation seems to be the lowest level.

I just don't know what stage of Mahayana cultivation she has reached.

Is he just an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, or is he as powerful as a God King, or has he reached Yun Su's level and ever seen the Heavenly Gate?

It seems that any stage is possible, after all, she is the most mysterious demon cult pope on the continent.

Jing Yan held Wen Youqing's hand, walked through the crowded crowd, and came to the open square in front of the Demon Palace.

This square was built to commemorate the original God-King who led the expelled people to open up the Demon Realm. Although it is called a square, its area is so large that it is almost difficult to describe it as a "place".

The statue standing in the center is more than a thousand feet tall, but in contrast to the huge square, it looks like a toy.

This place accommodates almost all the people in the entire holy city, and even countless demon people who have come from thousands of miles away.

Their eyes were full of fanaticism.

No.

It seems inappropriate to describe them as fanatical; they are more like pilgrims, the most sincere pilgrims to the Pope, to the Demon Cult, and to the Demon Lord.

"No wonder the Demon Cult has been able to survive until now. It turns out that the internal unity is unprecedented."

Jing Yan muttered softly.

"What, Master, what did you just say?"

Wen Youqing, who was holding Jing Yan's hand, blinked and asked.

"fine."

Jing Yan shook his head and continued walking forward among the crowd.

They were invited guests and had each enjoyed the personal escort of the Demon Sect monks to the viewing platform, but they were politely declined by Jingyan.

He just wanted to see why the Demon Cult could grow from a group of outcasts to one of the most powerful forces today.

Now, he understood.

Unity.

There was unprecedented unity within the Demon Cult. He saw humans, orcs, and even the blood of gods among the crowd, but they had the same beliefs and the same goals, so the differentiation in their blood gradually blurred, and the same ideology formed them into an unbreakable race, collectively known as the "Demon Clan."

The "Demon Cult" is merely a part of the "Demon Clan".

He even saw someone holding up a plaque with the oath engraved on it when the Demon Cult was first established by the abandoned children of the God Clan -

"All races are born equal, and they should unite together to create a world without oppression, war, and where people can live and work in peace and contentment."

The words of the sutra were shocking.

After all, at that time, the gods were still high and mighty, treating other races like ants, looking down on the entire world from high above.

But from beginning to end, the world they expected was not realized. There were still wars and oppression. The original wishes of those abandoned people were now just an unattainable ambition.

I don’t know whether the Demon Cult can really create a world where people can live and work in peace and contentment in the future as they vowed.

But because the impression of the God Clan is really disappointing, Jing Yan has already leaned towards the Demon Clan from the bottom of his heart.

They walked through the crowd and came to the pre-arranged viewing platform, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Pope of the Demon Cult.

The guards maintaining order in the distance were wearing dark armor, exuding an unconcealable sharp aura and looking majestic.

Until the sun is overhead, the shadows on the corona converge.

Suddenly, a rapid horn sounded in the distance.

Then, the magnificent sound of drums rang out, resonating in harmony with each other, deafening.

"Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"

The armored demon soldiers came to the front of the statue in an orderly manner, forming a majestic team. Their weapons struck the ground, making crisp and shocking collision sounds.

From then on, the originally magnificent drum sound became rapid, like raindrops in a rainstorm, forming a sigh-worthy entry song.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!"

What rang out in front of them was the shouts of countless soldiers. According to legend, the wind brought life to Nanposo Continent, and they prayed that the wind could bring them victory.

Jing Yan watched silently, staring into the distance.

On the platform at the bottom of the statue.

A woman wearing a crown, a black and purple dress, and a veil on her face walked up the stairs of the pavilion slowly.

Jing Yan couldn't see her face clearly, but he always had a feeling that she was looking in his direction.

Then, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

-

Ji Qixue withdrew her gaze.

Climbed to the highest place.

She stood under the statue of the first God King, also the Demon Lord, and slowly stretched out her arms.

Here, gowns dance in the wind.

She was facing her own people—

Also facing the future of the demons.

One hundred and ninety-five. Beginning