Yi Feiyu folded his wings and walked into the stone gate. As soon as he entered, he saw that the walls on both sides of the passage were covered with white skeletons. These skeletons included those of all races, but most of them were human skeletons. The eerie atmosphere around him made him tremble.
The passage wasn't long, only a few hundred meters. Yi Feiyu arrived at a grand hall, which was crimson red. The stench of blood was even stronger here. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the ground and walls were all stained with blood.
In front of the main hall, there is a small mountain made of countless skulls, and a figure sits on the top of the skull mountain.
"Yi Feiyu pays respects to the Demon King." Yi Feiyu knelt down. That figure was the Demon King, Demon Saint Ye Wuxin.
"You really couldn't wait any longer. You should have come ten years ago."
"I failed," Yi Feiyu whispered.
“The Winged King is going to abandon you,” Ye Wuxin continued.
"No king would allow his son to threaten him. Now that Yi Bailie is dead, he has no more scruples. Your fate will be terrible." Ye Wuxin's voice struck Yi Feiyu like a curse.
"I refuse to accept this," Yi Feiyu said in a deep voice.
“Five hundred years. I have been the crown prince for five hundred years. He is always wary of me and suppresses me. No matter what achievements I make, he ignores them and even isolates me from my other brothers. Even my sixth brother…” Yi Feiyu’s eyes were full of sorrow.
"Back then, I warned you that being too sharp and aggressive is not a good thing. You overestimated the Winged King's magnanimity." The Demon Saint on the Skull Throne slowly descended, his shadow stretching long in the surrounding crimson flames.
Soon, the Demon King Ye Wuxin, who was ten feet tall, walked up to Yi Feiyu.
"Demon King, does your promise from back then still stand?" Yi Feiyu looked up at the figure in front of him and asked.
“Originally, I had given up hope for you, but…” The Demon King paused as he spoke.
"Sigh, for your mother's sake, I'll help you this once." The Demon King's tone suddenly softened, and a gentle look appeared in his eyes as he looked at the winged feathers on the ground.
Upon hearing the words "mother," Yi Feiyu's expression stiffened. Yes, the Demon King had once been in a relationship with his mother, but they were ultimately forced to separate due to the incompatibility between their two races.
Yi Feiyu didn't notice the Demon King's expression at that moment. If he had seen it, he would have been very surprised. That look was the same as when his mother looked at him when she was alive.
"Get up!" The gentleness on Ye Wuxin's pale face gradually disappeared, and he returned to his cold and stern expression.
"Thank you, Demon King," Yi Feiyu said, standing up.
"Yi Bailie, what a pity, there are no more than three people in the world who can kill him in one-on-one."
“Uncle Bai Lie was probably killed by a human conspiracy,” Yi Feiyu said quickly.
The Demon King remained noncommittal, then spoke.
What do you want to do?
“I want to avenge Uncle Bai Lie. My father has been wary of me since I was a child. Without his protection, I would have died long ago,” Yi Feiyu said.
A hint of disappointment flashed in the Demon King's eyes.
That's it?
"Well……"
Yi Feiyu was taken aback.
“Your father, don’t you want to do something? Or do you still want to live as before, distrusting each other? You should know that only one of the remaining Winged Human Martial Saints is on your side, but he can’t protect you in a critical moment.”
“Father…” Yi Feiyu’s face showed a complicated expression.
"You think he won't kill you?" the Demon King said with a strange smile.
"You're still too green..." Ye Wuxin patted Yi Feiyu on the shoulder.
"Whether you resolve this matter or not, your father will find an excuse to suppress you, strip you of your military power, and all that awaits you is your demise. Even house arrest is out of the question," Ye Wuxin said coldly.
"How is this possible?" Yi Feiyu looked up in horror.
“Remember, in his eyes you are just one of his eighteen sons, nothing to regret. To consolidate his power, he will do it.” Ye Wuxin said, staring into Yi Feiyu’s eyes.
"I...I..."
Yi Feiyu wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to speak. His mind was in turmoil. He wasn't stupid; he naturally understood the Demon King's intention: to have him kill his father.
"What? You don't have the guts?"
"I…"
"Or do you think you're simply not cut out to be king?"
"No, I... what should I do?" Yi Feiyu stammered.
The Demon King Ye Wuxin finally smiled.
"Okay, if you have the determination, I will naturally help you."
At this moment, Yi Feiyu felt an unprecedented pressure on his shoulders, and his mind was in complete chaos.
"There's no need to rush this matter. What we need to do now is find the murderer who killed Yi Bailie. I've already sent Mo Yin to investigate the human race. We should have results by tomorrow at the latest."
"Thank you, Demon King." Yi Feiyu nodded.
While the two were talking, the Demon King's personal guards and Yi Feiyu's confidants at the foot of Mount Wansheng stared at each other awkwardly for a long time.
Both sides were wary of each other and remained silent. The Winged Human experts were also extremely unsettled. Having followed the eldest prince for many years, they knew many secrets and that their master had made a great decision to come to the Demon Clan this time.
Just as both sides were lost in their own thoughts, a bright red butterfly silently flew between the two groups.
The butterfly is very beautiful, with a pair of slender tail feathers trailing behind it.
The eyes of both groups involuntarily followed the fluttering butterflies.
Gradually, everyone suddenly felt dizzy and their vision blurred. The butterflies in front of them appeared as double images, one, two, three, four, densely packed, with butterflies all around them.
"This is bad..." everyone thought to themselves.
"thump…"
Before they could react, everything went black, and they collapsed to the ground, along with the kneeling men and horses.
Within Mount Wansheng, the Demon King and Yi Feiyu immediately realized that something was wrong with their subordinates. The two exchanged a glance, then vanished from the main hall in a flash.
A short while later, the two figures appeared at the foot of the mountain.
"What happened?" Yi Feiyu asked in surprise, looking at the people lying on the ground.
The Demon King Ye Wuxin ignored the crowd on the ground and immediately fixed his gaze on the bright and dazzling butterfly in the air.
Yi Feiyu also saw the butterfly at this moment, and found it very strange. The surrounding area was full of evil energy, so how could such a small creature appear?
Just then, the butterfly slowly flew to the two of them, and then a red light emanated from its body.
"Watch out." Yi Feiyu dodged back a hundred steps in an instant.
At this moment, Ye Wuxin stood still, his eyes still fixed on the butterfly.
"Demon King!" Yi Feiyu couldn't help but shout from behind.
"It's nothing," the Demon King waved his hand dismissively.
Soon, Yi Feiyu flew forward again.
“Interesting,” Ye Wuxin suddenly laughed.
Yi Feiyu looked at the Demon King with confusion.
"The murderous aura emanating from this little thing is even greater than mine."
“This…” Yi Feiyu couldn’t help but look at the still glowing butterfly, and then his mouth dropped open.
The red light on the butterfly gradually disappeared, revealing a tiny person with a graceful figure, and a pair of beautiful butterfly wings fluttering behind the person.
"What is this?" Yi Feiyu asked, startled.
"Hehehe... What a handsome young man!" The butterfly miniature man laughed.
"Who are you? It's a bit unreasonable for you to drug my men, isn't it?" Ye Wuxin said, his eyes slightly narrowed.
The little butterfly-shaped figure flew around Ye Wuxin, as if observing something.
"Hmm, there's actually a trace of demonic blood." The little man stopped and tilted his head as he spoke.
"Demons?" Ye Wuxin frowned upon hearing this.
"What exactly are you?" Yi Feiyu finally couldn't help but ask, as he had never seen such a creature among the hundred races.
"I come from the Demon Realm. You can call me the Crimson Corpse God," the little butterfly beauty said proudly, tilting her head back. She was incredibly cute, yet exuded a hint of domineering arrogance.
"The Demon Realm? The Crimson Corpse God?" Yi Feiyu repeated with a puzzled look, then looked at Ye Wuxin beside him, wanting to get an answer from him, but found that the other party was just as puzzled as he was.
"Oh dear, you guys don't even know about the Demon Realm? Is the rift really that powerful?" The Crimson Corpse God looked quite troubled.
"I've never heard of the Demon Realm you speak of. But since it's called the Demon Realm, what is its connection to my demon race?" Ye Wuxin asked.
"Well..."
The little butterfly figure pondered for a moment, then waved her little hand, and a phantom appeared in front of the two of them.
The illusion contained a scene with many figures. These figures had two horns on their heads and wings on their backs, and looked very similar to Ye Wuxin's demon race. The difference was that these figures were taller and had long tails trailing behind them.
Although it was just a visual image, the Demon King could still sense an incredibly powerful aura emanating from those creatures, each one far surpassing him.
The scene then shifts to a sea of blood, with a continent floating on it. You can vaguely see many of the same creatures from before on the continent.
With a "whoosh," the image disappeared.
"That was just now..." The Demon King was shocked.
"Hmm, those are demons, also known as the Asura race, who are the ancestors of your demon race."
"Ancestors of the Demon Race... Demon Race, Asura Race..." Ye Wuxin murmured.
"How come I've never heard of this before?" Yi Feiyu was also shocked.
"Tsk tsk... That's why I said the historical gaps in this world are really severe!" As he spoke, the Crimson Corpse God flew onto the Demon King's head, his little feet stepping on his head, and his little hands curiously touching the Demon King's two horns.
"Hmm... the angle is a bit different, it's not as long and curved as the Asura's horns."
"Red Corpse God, what do you want to do?" The Demon King ignored the other party's rudeness and asked in a deep voice. He was somewhat uneasy, as if things had already gotten out of his control.
"Hehehe... Don't be so formal, just call me Xiaodie."
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