[Hehe, it's my birthday today. I feel quite happy, but there doesn't seem to be any special events. Go buy some food to reward yourself.]
The Blood Kill Guards stood guard in all directions.
They isolated Di Shitian, the Demon Race ministers behind him, and the other people. However, they could not block off the gazes. Countless fanatical eyes fell on Di Shitian, filled with endless expectation and respect. Vaguely, there was a trace of pure wish power being transmitted to him. As soon as it reached him, it was immediately absorbed by the Emperor's Robe. After refining it, the five divine beasts on it could not help but appear even more mysterious.
Patter!
Hu took a step forward, his face glowing. He looked at Di Shitian, and after seeing him nod, he immediately opened his mouth and said, "The auspicious time has arrived. Your Majesty, please go up the stage to worship your ancestors and the heroic spirits of the Demon Race ancestors. Uphold the will of the martyrs and establish the Demon Court!"
"Your Majesty, please go up the stage to worship your ancestors and establish the Demon Court!"
Suddenly, in the Demon City, tens of millions of soldiers knelt on one knee at the same time and let out a torrent of loud cheers. One by one, they looked at Di Shitian with burning eyes.
"Your Majesty, please go up the stage to worship your ancestors and establish the Demon Court!"
In the Demon City, there was an indescribable solemn atmosphere, and an invisible aura pervaded. After the invitations from the various Demon Race armies, almost all the Demon Race in the ancient city could not help but shout together. The anticipation in their voices could be clearly felt. This was a petition from nearly ten billion Demon Race citizens.
"The Demon Emperor has such high prestige."
When this scene fell into the eyes of the Hundred Races in the heavens, their expressions changed slightly. They felt the unity of the entire Demon Race. It was as if a sleeping beast was slowly awakening.
"Your Majesty, please go up the stage to worship your ancestors!"
Chen Xi, Su Tianxiang, and Kotomi looked at each other and bowed respectfully at the same time, inviting him again.
"Mm!"
Di Shitian didn't try to be pretentious. Looking around, he flicked his sleeve and walked toward the Demon Sealing Dais. In ancient times, there was etiquette. When it came to ascending the throne, three invitations were the best.
Pata!!
The surroundings were completely silent. Only the sound of Di Shitian's steady and powerful footsteps slowly reverberated in the air. He walked step by step towards the top of the Dais of Demon Sealing Realm. Step by step, the sound of every step connected together had an indescribable rhythm to it. It was as if he was stepping on everyone's hearts. At this moment, all eyes were on him.
The ninety-nine steps on the Demon Sealing Dais were not long. In an instant, he had already reached the platform at the top. On top of the platform, there was a towering obelisk. This obelisk was used to hang the Demon Sealing Proclamation.
Whoosh!
Di Shi Tian extended his hand forward and a ray of light flashed in his hand. Silently, a scroll that looked like a picture scroll appeared. Once this scroll appeared, instantly, countless pairs of eyes focused on the scroll. In some of their gazes, there was almost a kind of naked possessiveness. It was as hot as fire, and they couldn't wait to swallow the scroll in one gulp.
"The Demon Summoning Banner. This must be the legendary Demon Summoning Banner. In ancient times, it was a treasure of the Demon Clan. It was said that even if a Demon Clan member died, their true spirit would not be destroyed. With the protection of the Demon Summoning Banner, they would have the chance to rebuild their demon body and be reborn. It's an incredible treasure. "
"This Demon Summoning Banner was really in the hands of the Demon King. It was said that the Human Clan had spent countless efforts to secretly search for the Demon Summoning Banner. Who would have thought that in the end, they still didn't succeed and the Demon King obtained it."
"Ascending the dais to worship the ancestors. Could it be that the worship of the ancestors is to invite out the true spirits of the ancient Demon Clan in the Demon Summoning Banner? To gain the recognition of the ancient Demon Clan? If they don't admit it, if they don't acknowledge it, what will happen? "
"The legendary Demon Summoning Banner seems to be a long banner. How could it be this scroll in front of us? Could it be that this isn't a Demon Summoning Banner, and the Demon King added the news of the Demon Summoning Banner? Making something out of nothing. "
For a moment, low voices of discussion spread out in all directions.
"This item is the Demon Sealing Banner that I refined using the Demon Summoning Banner. The Demon Sealing Banner contains the true spirits of the hundreds of millions of Demon Clan ancestors who died in the ancient war. Today, I will invite out the true spirits of these ancestors to witness the glorious moment of the Demon Clan."
Di Shi Tian raised the Demon Sealing List and waved his hand towards the long monolith. The scroll flew into the air and quickly broke through the air towards the monolith. And at the moment of flying, the scroll unfolded inch by inch. The moment it fully unfurled, the Demon Sealing Banner hung directly on the monument.
Whoosh!!
On the Demon Sealing Banner, a layer of dense purple Qi pervaded the surface of the Demon Sealing Banner. The specks of true spirits were like stars, constantly flashing with bright light. They constantly circulated on the Demon Sealing Banner, as if the stars were revolving.
"This is the Demon Sealing Banner. Those specks of light that are like stars, could they be the legendary true spirits? Yes, I can indeed feel the aura of true spirits on it. That's the most original imprint. This Demon Sealing Banner really was refined using the Demon Summoning Banner. "
"True spirits are like stars. My goodness, there are probably hundreds of millions of true spirits inside. These are all the elites of the Demon Clan from ancient times. If they can really be reborn, then wouldn't the Demon Clan directly obtain a group of experts, causing the overall strength of the Demon Clan to soar tremendously?"
"Look, see how the Demon Emperor is going to summon the true spirits inside, the ancient heroic spirits. Let's see if these ancient heroic spirits can really accept a junior calling himself emperor after they appear. If they don't, then the Demon Emperor will probably be disgraced today. If his name is not legitimate and his words are not legitimate, then he probably won't even have the face to call himself Demon Emperor. "
The mysterious and hidden aura emitted by the Demon Sealing Banner immediately confirmed in the hearts of countless cultivators that this could indeed be the legendary Demon Summoning Banner. However, what the various races feared the most was the true spirits contained within. If these true spirits were reborn, with their original cultivation level, it would be a simple matter for them to recover their cultivation.
This was an opportunity to strengthen the Demon Clan, but to the various races in the heavens, and even the human race, it was an extremely dreadful matter.
Some of the cultivators were already paying attention to the situation with malicious intentions.
However, almost all of the Demon Clan looked at the Demon Sealing Banner with a burning gaze. There were ancestors and martyrs who had sacrificed themselves in the battle against the Demon God in ancient times. The sacrifice of these ancestors in exchange for the peace of the entire world. They had reason to respect, reason to worship, and reason to feel proud.
"Brothers of the Demon Clan, I am the Demon Emperor Di Shitian!!"
Di Shitian stood ramrod straight in front of the Demon Sealing Banner. His body naturally emitted an unparalleled imperial might that could control the heavens and the earth. He calmly looked at the Demon Sealing Banner without bowing. With his status, he had personally fought against the Demon God in ancient times. His status was not inferior to any of the Demon Gods. He had proven his Dao through strength, and his battle prowess was comparable to that of the Demon Gods. In another sense, his seniority was comparable to that of the Demon Clan in ancient times.
Moreover, he was the one who had obtained this Demon Flag in ancient times. He had used it to save the hundreds of millions of True Spirits that were originally about to dissipate. It could be said that to the hundreds of millions of True Spirits on the Demon Sealing Banner, he was their savior.
If Di Shitian paid his respects, not to mention whether he would do it or not, just whether the True Spirits inside would be able to withstand it was a problem. With his cultivation, if he paid his respects, most of the True Spirits inside would probably not be able to withstand it. Their True Spirits would be forcefully dispersed. This was the same logic that if a father knelt to his son, he would be struck by lightning.
It wasn't that Di Shitian didn't want to pay his respects, but that if an Emperor knelt to a commoner, the commoner would be scared to death on the spot.
If he hadn't dreamt of ancient times, Di Shitian would pay his respects. But since he had, he couldn't pay his respects.
His voice was sonorous and forceful, almost covering the entire ancient city.
It immediately drew everyone's attention back.
And the True Spirits on the Demon Sealing Banner seemed to be able to hear Di Shitian's words. The True Spirits that were originally constantly moving suddenly all stopped, as if they were somewhat stunned, as if they hadn't expected such a scene to occur.
"Since ancient times, the Demon Clan has fought bloody battles with the Demon God. Countless Demon Clan soldiers sacrificed their lives for justice, fighting for the origin of heaven and earth. Their blood dyed the blue sky red. However, the Demon Clan fought with all its might, but what we received in return was the shameful betrayal of the soldiers behind us. In the end, the Demon Clan declined and suffered endless humiliation. Every time we were killed for our Cores, our bones were scraped to refine treasures. Our situation was so terrible that it was unbearable to look at. How unfair is the Heavenly Dao to the Demon Clan? Because of this, the Demon Clan can only strengthen ourselves. "
Every word was like a pearl, knocking on the minds of every cultivator in the ancient city. This was especially true for the countless Demon Clan members, who were incomparably deeply affected. As Di Shitian spoke, their emotions constantly fluctuated. They empathized with him.
"I, Di Shitian, rose from insignificance and forged the Supreme Divine Artifact, the Thousand Demon City. I established the supreme foundation of the Demon Clan, passed down the Holy Land, gathered billions of demons, and regained the dignity of the Demon Clan. However, a plate of loose sand will eventually be defeated one by one. For this reason, I once again want to establish the Demon Court of the Demon Clan, coordinate together, and establish glory. This time, I'm here to inform the ancient heroic spirits. "
"Do you agree or disagree with the establishment of the Demon Court?!"
Di Shitian's words were already filled with dignity.
With that said, he raised his right hand and casually waved at the Demon Sealing Banner.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, endless power seemed to surge out from the Demon Sealing Banner and infused into the hundreds of millions of True Spirits on the Demon Sealing Banner. The entire Demon Sealing Banner was suffused with a dense purple aura. With a soft sound, the True Spirits condensed and broke out of the Demon Sealing Banner, appearing in the sky above the Demon Sealing Platform.
Rolling demonic aura gathered like a tide.
Demonic flames surged into the sky.
The True Spirits of the ancient Demon Clan condensed and appeared faintly in the demonic aura, layer upon layer. There were hundreds of millions of them. As soon as they appeared, the tragic murderous aura that they exuded after experiencing a monstrous battle with the Fiendcelestial spread throughout the entire Thousand Demon City like a tide. Everywhere they went, all the cultivators suddenly felt as if there were mountains on their bodies, with endless pressure.
An irresistible thought involuntarily appeared in their hearts.
The ferocious aura that belonged to the ancient Demon Clan was released without reservation.
The ancient heroic spirits' appearances were blurry, but their bodies simultaneously revealed traces of uncontrollable anger. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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