It was a green planet with dense vegetation. The air was fresh and pleasant. Enormous mountains rose and fell like dragons and extended to the end of the sky.
Passing through the atmosphere of the planet that had never been visited before, Yang Xuan looked around and finally landed on a vast plain.
In the next moment, all the demons who had been standing quietly heard a voice that seemed to come from the depths of their bloodline.
"This is a world that belongs to you. Go and create a new civilization of the demon race."
It was a world that belonged to them.
Yang Xuan uttered the voice of the ancestor of demon beasts with the power of his bloodline. Then, he waved his hands and opened the gate of the Forgotten Land.
When the light dispersed, a new world appeared in front of all the demons' eyes.
Mountains and rivers appeared in front of them one after another.
All the demons were dazed and did not know what to do.
However, when they saw Yang Xuan who was floating in the sky quietly, all the anxiety and uneasiness in their hearts suddenly disappeared.
Their god was here, and they were here.
It was the creed that was engraved in the deepest part of their bloodline.
Finally, a butterfly demon flapped its wings and flew out of the Forgotten Land first. It observed the new world curiously.
Immediately after, countless demons rushed out, cheering as they merged into this new world.
Before every demon left the place, they would kowtow to Yang Xuan three times respectfully to thank the ancestor of demon beasts for their blessings.
They knew what they were going to do, and why Yang Xuan had brought them here.
The order given by the power of bloodline had been deeply embedded in their bones. It also explained everything clearly. Yang Xuan did not need to waste his breath.
Watching the last demon walk out of the gate of light and join the new world, Yang Xuan took a long breath in relief and closed the gate of the Forgotten Land.
Since then, all the demons had moved to the new planet, leaving the Martial God Planet to human beings.
Beside him, Xiong Wuji, who had left the Forgotten Land a long time ago but had been standing next to Yang Xuan the whole time, slowly kneeled down in the sky and remained silent for a long time.
Although his kneeling posture was not very standard, Yang Xuan already knew what he meant.
In his own way, he was thanking Yang Xuan for everything he had done for the Demon Race.
"Get up!" Yang Xuan said indifferently, "I know what you want to say."
Xiong Wuji touched Yang Xuan's feet with his forehead and murmured, "Master …"
Yang Xuan touched Xiong Wuji's giant head and said softly, "Go now. A civilization is not born overnight. They need a king."
"Master, I …" Xiong Wuji's eyes turned red.
"You have to walk your own path in the future. I hope that when I come here again, I will see a brilliant civilization."
"Master, I won't let you down," Xiong Wuji said seriously.
"Your identity as the Demon King has already been integrated into their bloodlines. No one will betray you." Yang Xuan said casually. His body began to fade away, leaving only the last sentence. "From now on, this planet will be called the Planet of the Demon Gods."
"You will always be our god." Hot tears finally flowed out of Xiong Wuji's giant eyes.
That was gratitude, that was attachment, that was respect, and that was also reluctance.
When he stood up, he knew that the era of the Demon Race had arrived.
…
On the Martial God Planet, all the human beings suddenly discovered that the demons that had been running rampant in the Demon Race had vanished into thin air. The cities that belonged to the Demon Race had been emptied, leaving a lot of resources behind.
At first, human beings were afraid that it was a trick of the Demon Race and did not dare to get involved.
However, when they heard that the Demon City had been emptied, they went crazy.
The Demon Race was gone. They were gone. Human beings were no longer a threat.
The world was at peace.
Cheers and screams were echoing nonstop.
All the worlds of human beings were drowned in an ocean of joy.
They did not know how it had happened. Scattered news came to them that all the demons in the world had been slain by one person.
However, more people sneered at the news and did not believe it.
How was it possible? How could the Demon Race, which was so powerful, be wiped out by one person? It was absolutely ridiculous.
They believed that the Demon Race had angered God, and God had punished them by wiping out the Demon Race.
"Master might not care about it, but we, as his disciples, cannot stand by and do nothing," Chen Fu said.
"The savior is Yang Xuan, the Immortal Emperor, not God," Zhu Xinghe said.
"The Grand Elder's name is not the same, but the Yang Family cannot let the Grand Elder's contributions go to waste," Yang Qingshi said.
"It must be Bai Qi, the Immortal Emperor. Only he could have done such an earth-shattering thing," the proud grandmasters of martial arts said.
Then, the truth was revealed at a certain point in time.
"So, it was the Immortal Emperor. I knew it."
"It was Yang Xuan, the Immortal Emperor, who saved the people from hell. God has eyes."
"It was Bai Qi. It was the Devil God Bai Qi. My goodness. Only he could have done such a great thing."
"Long live the Immortal Emperor!"
"Long live the Devil God!"
"The Immortal Emperor is the True God of us humans. May the Immortal Emperor live for thousands of years."
Then, the Great Shen Dynasty and the Immortal Sect took advantage of the situation and began a vigorous campaign to create a god.
Yang Xuan became the only True God on the Martial God Planet. He was known as the God Emperor Yang Xuan.
Just as the vigorous campaign to create a god was underway, the initiator of all this, the God Emperor Yang Xuan, was quietly looking at a pool of blue water.
To be precise, he was looking at the deepest part of the sea.
The Sea of Death.
The place where Little Que'er had disappeared.
His Divine Will had already covered the entire sea, but he still could not find Little Que'er's shadow.
However, in the deepest part of the sea, in an inconspicuous place, he found something that did not belong to this world.
It was a strangely shaped aircraft.
Deep in the sea.
The wooden hull of the aircraft shone brightly under the illumination of the luminous fish that swam past it. There were all kinds of strange patterns on the smooth surface of the aircraft, which was free of seaweed.
This aircraft had definitely been here for no more than five years.
Yang Xuan's eyes flashed as he sensed the weak power contained in it.
It was actually a trace of martial arts power that was about to dissipate.
However, this was not the main point. The main point was that he sensed a familiar aura from this trace of martial arts power.
Little Que'er!
A strong murderous intent flashed across Yang Xuan's eyes.
He, who had merged with his inner demon, was definitely not as kind and amiable as he looked. When necessary, he would not hesitate to crush his enemies into pieces.
A golden light flashed, and the aircraft, which had lost its protection, was instantly split into two, revealing the decoration inside.
Yang Xuan probed with his Divine Will like a tide. In a short while, he discovered something strange.
The golden light flashed again, and a certain part of the aircraft, which was not very big, suddenly split into pieces, revealing a palm-sized metal plate.
On it, a coordinate that was about to dissipate was sending out a weak message.
At this moment, Yang Xuan's gaze was extremely cold.
"If Little Que'er is harmed in any way, I'll let you know what fear is." He enunciated each word coldly.
With a wave of his hand, he stored the aircraft into the Forgotten Land and left the Sea of Death.
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