Chapter 129 - Origin of the Demon Race, Disaster of Luo Tian

Chapter 129: Chapter 127: Origin of the Demon Race, Disaster of Luo TianFour thousand years ago, Lion King Wei of the Beastman Empire arranged a marriage between the Barbaric Bull clan and the Cliff Ape clan, presenting them with the Luo Bolun as a wedding gift from the Lionheart’s Royal Family.

Luo Bolun was abundant in resources and of a high dimensional grade, so the Barbaric Bull and Cliff Ape clans decided to move their clan’s main base there to cement their alliance and enjoy an everlasting shared world. With the migration of these two major families of the Beastman Empire, Luo Bolun’s original prosperity became even more splendid. Signs of it becoming its own realm were faintly visible, but Lion King Wei did not mind and instead granted autonomous power to Luo Bolun. Grateful for Lion King Wei’s magnanimity, the clans invited members of the Lionheart’s Royal Family to reside in Luo Bolun to show their sincere devotion.

Lion King Wei gladly agreed and appointed his daughter Anda as Prince Rong to take up a new post in Luo Bolun.

Three years later, a full-scale war erupted between the Beastman Empire and the Sacred Empire, with both sides committing fully to the conflict. During this period, Luo Bolun somehow lost contact with the Beastman Empire.

As the Sacred Empire advanced step by step and aggressively invaded the territory of the Beastman Empire, Lion King Wei and the leaders of the Barbaric Bull and Cliff Ape clans had no spare attention for Luo Bolun. They could only focus on dealing with the Sacred Empire, putting Luo Bolun’s issues on hold.

Once the situation stabilized, Lion King Wei and the clan leaders of the two great families went to Luo Bolun only to discover that the once-thriving Luo Bolun had completely collapsed. The Beastmen stationed there had turned into man-eating monsters. The whereabouts of the Barbaric Bull and Cliff Ape clans, including Prince Rong, were unknown; no one was alive to be seen, nor were bodies found. Lion King Wei’s search triggered a frenzied attack from the monsters within Luo Bolun. With a massive influx of residents from the Beastman Empire combined with the original population of Luo Bolun, nearly ten billion monsters launched continuous attacks on the Beastmen who reached Luo Bolun.

Unable to bring themselves to harm their former kin, Lion King Wei and the two clan leaders withdrew from Luo Bolun, exhausting every effort to restore the sanity of its residents, but to no avail.

Blaming the Holy Divine Empire for the tragedy in Luo Bolun, Lion King Wei personally commanded his troops, leading the Beastman army straight into the capital of the Sacred Empire, Jinsui.

After a fierce battle, Lion King Wei ultimately died, and the Sacred Empire was greatly weakened, leading to the present-day peace between the two great empires.

Listening to Cui Xi’s story, Tong Ling frowned deeply and said in puzzlement, "What does all this have to do with us?"

"Of course, it matters. First, you must know about Luo Bolun’s origins, and next, let me tell you how our Demon race actually came into being." Accompanied by rolling thunder from fierce battles in the sky, Cui Xi finally revealed the secrets of the Demon Race of the Wasteland.

The existing demons of the wasteland aren’t truly demons but rather a hybrid product of demons and beasts. In the past, the Demon King Yan’s lineage suffered from oppression by the other two great demon clans due to the disappearance of the ancestral demon. After hundreds of thousands of years of suppression, Demon King Yan’s lineage withdrew from their ancestral star in the hope of finding the ancestor’s traces and restoring the lineage’s former glory.

However, relocating the entire clan was no easy task. Demon King Yan led a million demons crossing through the Star Sea, leaving traces in countless dimensions. This large-scale migration was unsettling for each dimension; who knew if outsiders wished to occupy their territory under the guise of passage, resulting in Demon King Yan’s lineage facing fierce wars of extermination in ninety-nine percent of the dimensions they traveled through.

Fortunately, the lineage had a profound heritage and extraordinary strength, and they went unmatched along the way, but the numbers of the Demon race dwindled drastically in these endless wars. Until one day, the blood of their ancestor carried by Demon King Yan fluctuated—they were not far from the location of their ancestor!

With an excited heart, Demon King Yan led the Great Demon Army to the doorstep of Luo Bolun, hoping to use it as a stepping-stone to find the path to the Wasteland.

As the home base of the two top clans of the Beastman Empire, Luo Tian Realm naturally wouldn’t allow Demon King Yan to enter so easily.

After several unfruitful negotiations, a tremendous war erupted. Seeing the strength of his opponents, Demon King Yan forcefully utilized the power of the ancient blood and summoned the ancestors’ will to seal the Luo Tian plane. It became like the current wilderness—a prison from which none could escape or enter.

The war was brief. The Blood and Cliff clans were originally powerful; despite many of their elite being dispatched to the Divine Grace Battlefield, their defensive forces remained strong. Additionally, with a Lionheart present, the Sacred Demon lineage faced unprecedented resistance, driving their already scarce numbers to a critical low.

If there were no people left, what would become of the Sacred Demon lineage?

Unwilling to see the bloodline of his lineage die out, Demon King Yan suppressed the masses of Luo Tian, forcibly injecting them with demon blood, and began experimenting with species transformation.

Transformation was feasible, but the success rate was only one in a thousand. The majority of Luo Tian residents who received the demon blood went mad, turning into man-eating monsters. Only a few were assimilated by the demon blood, becoming the first ancestors of the present wilderness demon tribe.

Subsequently, Demon King Yan, along with the transformed residents of Luo Tian, found a path to the wilderness and established a foothold for today’s demon tribe.

"You’re saying we all originated from the residents of Luo Tian Realm through the transformation by the Sacred Demon lineage’s demon blood?" After hearing the story recounted by Cui Xi, the city lord of the demon city was utterly astonished.

"Nonsense!" Tong Ling declared sternly. "The story you’ve told has no corroborative evidence."

"These are conclusions drawn by my father after decades of investigation. What’s not to believe? The Beastman Empire also has detailed records of the changes in Luo Tian; they just haven’t discovered who was responsible," Cui Xi retorted with a sneer. "What? Unwilling to accept the reality? Am I not also a part of the wilderness beastmen? Moreover, I know why our Kangrei clan lacks combat talent—it’s because the Kangrei clan originated from the indigenous residents of Luo Tian who were lucky enough to mutate, but you are all transformed from the beastman bloodline, possessing inherently superior combat instincts." Sёarᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"What about your father then? Words alone are not proof. Bring out the evidence!" Bai Tianhang hurriedly exclaimed, facing the possibility of Cui Xi shaking the morale of the demon army; such sentiments could spell defeat in this battle!

"Could it be that you, Cui Xi, have already sided with the beastmen and fabricated this story to dissolve our army’s heart?"

Faced with Bai Tianhang’s interrogation, Cui Xi merely laughed coldly.

Cui Xi remained silent, but the Gold Lion spoke up, "Do I need to do that? With this army of two hundred thousand beastmen, I could flatten your entire wilderness."

"You!" Bai Tianhang’s tone hardened, sensing the truth that he might indeed be overwhelmed, though he couldn’t admit it aloud and stubbornly retorted, "It’s yet to be seen whose deer will be hunted!"

"Let’s try then!" The Gold Lion erupted in a powerful aura, and though not as formidable as before due to the plains’ suppression, it still intimidated everyone, "I only let Cui Xi reveal the past because you are remnants of Luo Tian’s legacy. Did you really think you were that powerful?"

"Let’s try then." Tong Ling also channeled his magic power and stepped forward without backing down.

As Tong Ling stepped forward, millions of demon clan members mirrored his action, and the Beastman Empire’s army was not to be outdone. Both sides were on the verge of clashing.

"Enough!" The Barbaric Bull Clan Leader bellowed furiously, "What’s the meaning of your fight? It will only increase casualties unnecessarily. The outcome is already hanging in the balance."

"Yes, perhaps we shouldn’t fight." The Rock Ape Clan Leader also stood out, intervening to prevent the outbreak of war.

Although these two were powerhouses from the Beastman Empire, their exceptional strength forced Tong Ling and the others to tread carefully. A single lion had already been too much to handle—what more with an additional bull and an ape?

The Gold Lion chuckled and turned his head, these two indeed cared for the old bonds, feeling pity for the family bloodline flowing in the demon race.

"The clan leaders are not wrong, the conclusion lies at the horizon," Luo Bolun strongly agreed with what the Barbaric Bull had said. If Demon King Yan won, the 200,000 troops of the Beastman Empire wouldn’t stand a chance, but if the old lion prevailed, there would be no turning the tide for the plains coalition.

Everyone’s gaze converged on the horizon where the old lion and Demon King Yan had entered an intense battle.

Demon King Yan’s aura was overwhelming, trapping the old lion beneath his Demonic Qi, but with the powerful blessing of the Lion King’s arrival, the old lion remained unmovable despite the raging storm.

"I want to see how long you can hold out!" Demon King Yan’s expression was cruel as he continuously manipulated his Demonic Qi, "Demonic Blood Refining!"

The purple-black Demonic Qi gradually emitted red glows as if boiling water about to erupt, aiming to refine the old lion alive within it.

"I am very curious about how you dealt with Prince Rong back in the day." The old lion had unleashed his Bloodline Power completely, his golden mane glowing brilliantly, repelling and refining all the Demonic Qi.

"Prince Rong? Are you referring to the lion from four thousand years ago? This is how I refined her!" Demon King Yan intensified his output of Demonic Qi, "Refined her alive into a pool of pus!"

"Roar!" Faced with the tragic death of his forebear, the old lion held nothing back. Lionheart’s Roar thundered forth, sweeping away the pervasive Demonic Qi and causing Demon King Yan to stagger back repeatedly.

Once he regained his footing, Demon King Yan drew forth a demigod-class weapon, "Demonic Spear! Kill!"

The crimson Demonic Spear, responsible for countless deaths, appeared and caused plants within a thousand li to wither and the earth to decay.

The old lion recognized the extraordinary nature of this weapon and thus activated the heart of the Lionheart. A giant lion figure descended from the sky, fiercely smashing onto the Demonic Spear.

The treasured weapon of the Beastman ultimately proved more powerful; the Demonic Spear snapped under the impact, causing Demon King Yan to spew a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Your life is forfeit!" The old lion didn’t let this opportunity slip, lunging forward with a leap, "Lion Strike!"

Demon King Yan hastily raised his arm to defend. The impact of Lion Strike was monumental, as if intending to shatter the entire world. Demon King Yan couldn’t withstand it, his bones shattered like mud, heavily crashing into the Demon Palace and turning it into ruins.

"My lord!" The demon army, seeing Demon King Yan’s defeat, desperately rushed back to the Demon Palace, searching for any sign of him.

The old lion followed, bellowing from the sky, "All of you, back off!"

Then he summoned his own power, forming a giant gold lion from the air which descended like a nuclear bomb, completely obliterating the Demon Palace.

The Gold Lion, looking at the leveled Demon Palace, asked, "Uncle Barry, is he dead?"

The old lion shook his head, "This guy isn’t weak; how could he die so easily? But I’m curious—as per the records, Prince Rong had the same level five Lionheart Bloodline as I do. How did she lose to him?"

"Shoo, shoo, shoo—because at that time, she was pregnant and the child inside her was absorbing her power." Demon King Yan, indeed not dead, had unraveled the old lion’s doubt.

"Pregnant?!" The old lion roared uncontrollably. Knowing the rarity of the Lionheart Bloodline producing offspring, the pregnant Prince Rong represented a legendary case of tragic death.

"You deserve to die!" The old lion attacked once again, his golden fist tearing through the air.

At that moment, a colossal hand emerged from underground to shield Demon King Yan, and even a powerful strike from the old lion couldn’t cause any harm.

"You forced my hand." Demon King Yan swallowed the blood of the sacred ancestor and cried out, "Awaken, my sacred ancestor!"