Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

A power struggle was unfolding in the skies above Divinity Continent.

The confrontation came swiftly and left just as quickly.

But the strong from all continents could no longer underestimate Divinity Continent.

Whether it was the five ancient barbaric auras, Ye Luo, or that mysterious mountain that invoked the protection of Heavenly Dao Power, all were enough to prove the uniqueness of Divinity Continent.

Especially that mysterious mountain, it made everyone feel incredible.

In such a situation, Divinity Continent's status was quickly established.

The merging of the continents was also completed after the status of Divinity Continent was established.

The eight continents merged, forming one immense continent.

This merger made the original Divinity Continent enormous, even ridiculously large.

The expansion of Divinity Continent also made the Spiritual Energy within much more abundant.

The strong from the eight continents were discussing how to deal with the old era.

...

However, on the side of the old era, things had relaxed.

Donghuang Taiyi was not in the Demon Race of the old era.

Ji Meng was strong, but he rarely bothered with affairs.

It was Chu Yuan who often stirred things up.

But the things he stirred up were minor, so minor that no one would take issue with him.

That day,

Chu Yuan was sitting in the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, silently reviewing the documents in his hands.

These documents, which he had people follow Lin Mo to record, were all about Lin Mo's doings.

The information in the documents was more or less the same.

Lin Mo seemed to be crazed.

He slashed at the Demon Tribe without hesitation.

And he always targeted those Demon Tribes for slaughter.

It appeared as if he had a deep-seated hatred against the Demon Race.

Also, there seemed to be others behind him, suggesting organized crime.

This made Chu Yuan very emotional.

And he no longer harbored any doubts.

He believed that his disciple had definitely fallen into demonic barriers, completely unable to escape.

"Things have stabilized, but what a pity for this young man."

Chu Yuan, seated high in his chair, looked out of the hall and murmured softly.

He only needed a year to teach a Worthless Disciple.

If possible, he would have liked to expel Lin Mo from the Sect after one year and restore him by intervening.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to pull someone out from the demonic barriers.

Chu Yuan shook his head slightly and then stopped dwelling on the matter.

With a thought, he opened the System that he hadn't used for a long time.

He glanced at the teaching mode.

He wanted to see how far away a Worthless Disciple that the teaching mode thought was teachable was from here.

[Teaching mode is now on, searching for a Worthless Disciple to train]

[Searching in progress, please wait a moment, Host...]

[Estimated searching time: 5086 years]

Five thousand and eighty-six years?

Wow, that's quite far.

Chu Yuan frowned slightly.

Accepting new disciples, that was definitely something to do.

With the teaching mode, he wouldn't pass up on the free Realm advancement.

He didn't know how many disciples he could accept before the settlement.

But the third one he definitely intended to take on.

"Let's travel within the continent and find out where exactly this disciple is,"

Chu Yuan said softly.

He waved his hand and summoned several Demon Generals and Dragon Clan Elders who were guarding outside.

He explained the situation to them, instructing them to manage Tianjian Continent on his behalf for the time being.

The Dragon Clan Elders were okay with it.

But when the Demon Generals heard that Chu Yuan was leaving to search for some disciple, they became anxious.

"Demon Saint, you simply can't leave! You bear the fate of half of Tianjian Continent on your shoulders, you can't just leave like this. If you do, it's all too easy for mistakes to happen!"

"The significance of the Demon Saint lies in the entire Demon Race, Your Excellency mustn't leave, the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons also needs the Demon Saint to preside over it..."

"Demon Saint, if you say you are going to search for a disciple, there is truly no need. Just inform us of their name, and we will naturally capture the disciple for you and deliver them to the Demon Saint..."

The Demon Generals urged him collectively.

They all considered themselves Chu Yuan's people.

At least that's how they saw it in the eyes of these Demon Generals.

Chu Yuan often mobilized resources, part of which he would bestow upon these Demon Generals as rewards.

It was unclear whether Chu Yuan was flaunting his wealth or buying their loyalty.

Either way, many Demon Generals had become devoted to Chu Yuan.

This also allowed Chu Yuan's influence to establish itself within the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, becoming a formidable force.

Moreover, his power was continuously expanding.

Externally, the slogan became Chu Yuan's "respect for talent and favor for the wise", personally receiving Demon Generals, disregarding status differences, and so on...

So in this scenario, hearing Chu Yuan was planning to leave made the Demon Generals restless.

"There's no need; this task is not suitable for you. Ultimately, it must be I who makes the trip. Your job is to manage things well in my absence,"

Chu Yuan was resolute.

He would not entertain any objections from the Demon Generals.

"Yes, Great Ancestor,"

The clever Dragon Clan Elders, knowing they could not go against their own Great Ancestor's will, promptly consented.

The Demon Generals stood at the back, exchanging glances, and in the end, could only reluctantly agree.

But while they agreed, they insisted very firmly on the standards of Chu Yuan's travel arrangements.

To say that Chu Yuan was the Demon Saint of the Demon Race, his mode of travel had to be something specific, accompanied by hundreds of Demon Generals as escorts, insisting that the procession had to be grand.

Chu Yuan couldn't argue with these Demon Generals.

After some discussion, he had no choice but to consent.

Seeing Chu Yuan agree,

The Demon Generals left, each satisfied.

Soon, in the side hall of the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, only Chu Yuan remained, still seated in his own chair.

"These Demon Generals are really something—needing such a grand entourage just to step outside? They keep saying it's because I am the Demon Saint, the face of the Demon Race, that I can't skimp on the display of grandeur,"

Chu Yuan sighed with relief as he slightly lowered his head to watch the retreating figures of the Demon Generals.

Then, he suddenly became somewhat contemplative.

His rise in position truly felt like riding a rocket.

Just when he first arrived in Tianjian Continent, he was like an unregistered citizen, unknown to everyone, unrecognized by anyone.

In less than a year's time, he had gone from being unregistered to becoming one of the Thirteen Ancestors of the Dragon Clan, then from one of the Thirteen Ancestors to the Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan.

Now, from the Great Ancestor of the Dragon Clan to the Demon Saint of the Demon Race, commanding half of Tianjian Continent with immense prestige.

"If I'm given another year, will I directly rule the entire Demon Race?"

The thought alone was nearly enough to make Chu Yuan break into laughter.

In less than a year, he had reached this point; another year might truly give him the chance to take the position of Lord of the Demon Race.

Of course, that was just a playful thought from Chu Yuan, and he still deemed it highly unlikely.

What a joke—it was too far-fetched to rise from a nobody to the Lord of the Demon Race.

Chu Yuan shook his head, finding his own idea rather amusing.

But he didn't dwell on it for long and stepped out of the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons to see how the Demon Generals had arranged his pomp and pageantry...