"It truly is a grand gesture, making it hard for anyone to refuse..."
The Daoist Venerable present kept silent for a moment, before Taiwu Daoist Venerable laughed aloud, his aura still as heavy as a mountain, and spoke:
"If it truly is the case, then your identity, senior, must indeed be the Taiyin Demon Lord whose demise occurred in the Heavenly Court—the Heavenly Empress Xi'e?"
"Correct."
The woman nodded slightly and then said, "Unexpectedly, you humans can still recognize my identity."
"Senior, you truly jest."
Among those present, Jiang Shu spoke with a smile, "Any Demon Lord or Daoist Master is a radiant existence that spans history, even though we humans did not truly step into the Demon Domain back then, we naturally have knowledge of it now."
The many memories of the Demon Race, although passed down through bloodline inheritance.
Yet humans and the Demon Race have battled for ages; this is not merely one war.
