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A beast speculated that the Demon Empress, with grand ambitions, once sought to seize Zhongzhou, aiming to lead the demon race away from the humid and plague-ridden forests.
Thus, the death of the Ancient Chicken King caused panic throughout the Northern Forest. The Ancient Chicken King had existed since ancient times, with only one reigning at a time. Although this particular Ancient Chicken King was still quite young, having lived only a thousand years, he was nonetheless a descendant of the fearsome beasts from the Ancient Era, possessing strength far beyond that of other demon beasts. Even those of a higher realm would flee at the mere sight of him.
Yet now, he had been killed by a human boy who was at a lower realm—a truly unprecedented event.
It is well-known that demon beasts are inherently much stronger than humans and possess Divine Power, making them terrifying entities that are nearly insurmountable. Even seasoned veterans would panic and flee upon encountering them.
At this moment, the boy held a massive chicken leg in one hand and salt in the other. Before him lay several Spiritual Fruits that radiated Spirit Energy, resembling the legendary Holy Fruits, exuding an irresistible fragrance.
The boy ate heartily, savoring each bite with satisfied sounds and the greasy crunch of meat as he chewed, making it hard for anyone watching not to swallow in envy.
A burly man with a tiger-like head approached through the crowd. Upon seeing Zhao Yang roasting in the woods, he inwardly cursed. But when he caught sight of the boy’s true face, he couldn't help but exclaim, “Zhao Yang!”
Zhao Yang looked up at him and nodded. “Ah, it’s you, White Tiger Demon King. Come join me for some chicken; I can’t finish it all by myself.”
“Uh…” The White Tiger Demon King was utterly stunned. He was a demon king ruling over the northern corner of Sky-Connecting Forest under the orders of the Demon Empress. A few months ago, he had received a decree from her to gather at the Heavenly Tree in her domain to assist a boy named Zhao Yang. This boy possessed unique abilities that could save the Demon Queen.
Rumors had it that this boy's Divine Power was unmatched and his skills extraordinary—far beyond that of an ordinary genius. When treasures appeared on the Heavenly Tree, this boy had risen to prominence but was targeted by all other young demons. In the end, he had used the legendary Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula; had it not been for the intervention of the Demon Empress, the entire domain might have been reduced to ruins.
On that day, while the Demon Empress entertained many demons, this boy was indeed the star of the banquet, leaving an indelible impression on everyone present. Not only were his abilities remarkable, but his appearance was also unforgettable.
Demon beings transform from animal forms into human shapes through a process that alters their looks significantly; handsome and beautiful appearances have always been aspired to among demons. Everyone wishes to present themselves perfectly to this world and embrace new beginnings. This boy possessed a visage many envied; his demeanor was carefree yet dignified, as if he held no fear towards anyone in this world.
As he faced the gathering demons without an ounce of trepidation, he laughed heartily and invited them to share in his feast.
The White Tiger Demon King was a powerful figure at the Great Ascension stage and one of the top generals under the Demon Empress. He usually kept a low profile but became one of the main forces whenever demons faced adversity. As he looked at this fearless boy, an unexpected desire to befriend him arose within him.
Under normal circumstances, if he encountered a youth with such an attitude, it would often lead to dire consequences for that individual. However, this boy was not ignorant; on the contrary, he seemed exceptionally clever—almost absurdly so—despite being merely at Divine Transformation Stage. It felt as though victory was assured for him.
Although aware of Zhao Yang's unique abilities, the White Tiger Demon King recognized there was still a vast gap between their realms—three major stages apart—but he could not summon any intent to kill. There was something about this boy that radiated a special charm which subtly influenced those around him who bore no hostility; it was a form of respect that left no room for aggression in his heart.
"You are eating the Ancient Chicken King, a one-of-a-kind creature that reigns supreme in this land. Its ancestors once dominated the Cultivation world, standing alongside the Four Great Beasts, and in its later stages, it even competed with the legendary Four Sacred Beasts," explained the White Tiger Demon King, clarifying what Zhao Yang was consuming.
Zhao Yang seemed surprised as he looked at the chicken leg in his hand and murmured, "So it's this valuable. No wonder it tastes so special; you definitely can't find this in restaurants."
The White Tiger Demon King broke into a sweat. He had heard that this young man was a glutton, but he never expected that after explaining everything, Zhao Yang would not be frightened; instead, he praised the quality of the Ancient Chicken King's meat. This truly made him feel a bit more relaxed.
Zhao Yang looked at the White Tiger Demon King standing there and called out, "Hey, uncle, why are you just standing there? Come eat!"
The White Tiger Demon King was taken aback but quickly regained his composure. He waved away the other demons behind him and sat down next to Zhao Yang. Accepting a chicken wing that Zhao Yang handed over, he took a big bite and praised it enthusiastically. He had never tasted human barbecued food before and was thoroughly enjoying himself. Before long, he and Zhao Yang were chatting happily, reminiscing about old times.
Many years ago, when he was still a little white tiger, he dreamed of living like a human—possessing great wisdom and having his own civilization. After cultivating into adulthood and spending many years learning that humans and demons could not coexist peacefully, he ended up killing many people and developed a strong dislike for humanity.
He had heard from his parents how wonderful human life could be, but what he witnessed was something entirely different—cruelty, deceit, and the hunting of various demon races for ingredients and medicinal materials. After hundreds of years, he no longer thought of himself as part of humanity or as one of the most intelligent beings in existence.
Now that he met Zhao Yang, he realized how colorful human charm could be. They had their own civilization; for instance, this young man held salt and pepper in his hand. As the Tiger King, he had never known of such seasoning or that these things could enhance flavor.
Thus, the White Tiger Demon King began to share stories about demon life with Zhao Yang. It was his first time tasting fine wine, filling him with joy as he decided to leave the Sky-Connecting Forest the next day to explore the human realm and experience its vibrancy. The two chatted late into the night until the bright moon hung high in the sky.
At midnight, Zhao Yang suddenly woke from his dreams. His eyes stung painfully, and his head felt heavy. Suddenly, he shouted out loud because the pain in his eyes became unbearable.
The White Tiger Demon King awoke from his drunken stupor and saw Zhao Yang in distress. He quickly used his powerful True Qi to stabilize the chaotic True Qi within Zhao Yang's body. Just then, Zhao Yang opened his eyes wide, startling the White Tiger Demon King into retreating as he exclaimed, "Little brother Zhao Yang, what happened to you?"
Zhao Yang's eyes shone like golden lamps, emitting a strong light that shot towards the sky, piercing through billions of miles of starry space and tearing apart the heavens—a truly shocking sight.
"My eyes!" Zhao Yang covered his face and rolled on the ground in agony. The White Tiger Demon King was puzzled and was about to ask when Zhao Yang got back up again; golden light still flickered in his pupils, creating a dazzling spectacle reminiscent of a galaxy.
"Could it be the legendary Martial Arts Heavenly Eye that appears only once every ten thousand years?" The White Tiger Demon King thought to himself. This young man already possessed numerous extraordinary Divine Powers; if he were to form a Martial Arts Heavenly Eye as well, wouldn't that make him unparalleled in history? Truly achieving something no one had ever done before?
Zhao Yang retracted his gaze and shook his head with a sigh. "I didn't expect that Ancient Chicken's inner core would be so special that it caused some changes in my eyes."
The White Tiger Demon King was astonished. According to Zhao Yang, it seemed he had swallowed the inner core of the Ancient Chicken King, and his eyes underwent a strange transformation.
There were ancient rumors that the inner cores of certain demon beasts could grant the consumer bizarre abilities, albeit with a very low probability. If Zhao Yang inherited the Ancient Chicken King's ability to wield the Death Ray, it would be utterly extraordinary.
When asked about it, Zhao Yang sheepishly replied, "Hehe, as you can see, the new ability my eyes have gained is actually illumination."
As he spoke, Zhao Yang's eyes shone like golden lamps, illuminating several miles around them. The White Tiger Demon King broke into a cold sweat, feeling skeptical, yet the reality was undeniable, leaving him at a loss for words.
While the White Tiger Demon King was filled with doubt, Zhao Yang was even more shocked. He saw some vague and terrifying images that felt unreal. However, he chose not to elaborate; at that moment, his eyes also possessed a certain level of offensive capability, which thrilled him immensely.
The two continued their discussion on the understanding of the Dao. The White Tiger Demon King was amazed by Zhao Yang's comprehension at such a young age, while Zhao Yang gleaned insights into another life experience from the White Tiger Demon King. The demon race inherently lacked understanding of the Dao and often found it obscure; thus, Demonic Arts and human cultivation methods were generally vastly different and could not be practiced together.
As dawn broke the next day, Zhao Yang bid farewell to the White Tiger Demon King and soared away on the wind. He ascended into the sky once more, reaching the clouds, feeling a sense of melancholy as memories flooded back.
Since the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle, people believed that Zhao Yang had perished—a fallen genius. They would only speak of him in passing until another talent emerged to take his place and receive their praise.
Zhao Yang had experienced many things, so he could understand this sentiment.
At that moment, Zhongzhou was engulfed in turmoil; the demon race had invaded, causing chaos in many places and leading to suffering among the populace.
Zhao Yang gazed toward Zhongzhou and flew swiftly in that direction, golden light flickering in his eyes.
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