More than five hundred years ago, a demon king finally emerged from the Silver Wolf clan, which had been dormant for many years.
All demon kings are eager for territory.
A larger territory means more natural resources and treasures, which can help with cultivation; there are also more habitats with rich water and grass, which can further strengthen the group.
The same goes for the respected king of the human race.
The eight kings jointly guard the border, not just for defense. If they can expand the territory, the territory they conquer will be their own. According to the rules, other strong humans are not allowed to get involved.
Therefore, no matter which clan's king rises, it means that a bloody storm is about to come.
The wolf clan and the human clan have always been hostile. Not long after his promotion, the Silver Wolf King launched an attack on the nearby human clan city.
The demon king who has condensed a complete demon elixir has demon energy in his body as vast as the sea. When he spits it out, he can easily blow the practitioners on the city wall into the sky.
The demon king's physical body is even more terrifying, with the power to destroy mountains. No matter how many attacks his skin and flesh suffer, as long as the demon elixir is not broken, the injuries can be easily recovered.
The human race's grandmaster guarding the city was simply unable to compete with them.
The army was defeated and the city was broken. Countless limbs and broken arms were floating on the flowing river of blood. The screams of wolves howled one after another, like the roar of the dark wind in hell.
This is a day that Changling King Song Xiang will never forget.
Song Xiang, who was only eight years old at the time, hid in the cellar with a few friends, listening to the screams outside. First they were extremely sharp, then they turned into painful moans, and finally they were silent.
"Dead, all dead..."
The young Song Xiang's face was pale and his mind was at a loss. In the end, there was only one thought left:
"I don't want to die."
The dark cellar is tightly sealed and very safe. Food is also stored, but there is a lack of drinking water and air.
The children were huddled in the cellar, afraid to return to the surface.
The fragmented corpses, the wolf demon with scarlet eyes... the scene on the ground, rendered by the children's rich imagination, became a hundred times more terrifying.
They would rather suffocate in the cellar than face the horror.
Song Xiang once weakly mentioned that he wanted to go up and have a look, but was immediately strongly opposed by his companions.
So they continued to hide and endure.
Half a day, one day, two days.
Finally, when the others were dizzy and unable to even speak.
Song Xiang held the urine she had just excreted in both hands, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. Then she staggered up the stairs and used her last strength to push the cellar door.
The wooden door didn't move at all, as if it was pressed down by something heavy, with faint traces of blood seeping down.
Song Xiang wanted to cry a little, but she held it back, not wanting to waste any drop of water.
This desperate child was still extremely stubborn and kept pushing the door angrily.
Once, twice, three times...
Creaking, the wooden door opened in response.
Bright light fell, Song Xiang squinted his eyes and looked up.
A middle-aged man wearing a scholar's robe was standing alone at the door of the cellar, with a gentle expression and a lowered head and a smile at him.
"You are very brave."
"Come up, it's safe now."
The white robe is facing away from the sun outside the window, and a hazy and gorgeous halo appears around the body. The middle-aged man bathes in it, like a god...
Today, more than five hundred years later, King Song Xiang of Changling still cannot forget this scene.
The mysterious middle-aged man of unknown origin removed the body pressed against the cellar door and rescued Song Xiang and others from the ruins.
Then take them with you and walk together to the safe human city.
On the way, the middle-aged man taught him many things, including reading, practicing boxing, nourishing Qi, and some mysterious and mysterious principles.
The children called him sir.
Song Xiang took the initiative to find his husband and said that he wanted to develop greater strength.
The experience in the cellar was so despairing. The door to survival was right in front of him, but he couldn't push it open. As a result, Song Xiang developed a heartfelt desire for power.
So, the husband taught him a method of body training.
King Changling, who is now well-informed, is still secretly frightened when he thinks of the techniques he learned back then.
This gentleman is by no means simple. He can easily come up with a set of top-notch introductory techniques, which has laid a solid foundation for his practice and will benefit him throughout his life.
It's a pity that after we said goodbye that year, my husband disappeared from the world.
King Changling once sent people to visit everywhere, but never found out about his whereabouts, so he had to give up in the end.
There is an interesting story circulating in the high-level circles of the human race - for many years, as a pure martial artist, King Changling's favorite clothes were actually a set of old-fashioned scholar's robes.
For this reason, the old prince was often laughed at for "pretending to be polite", but he never changed his mind. No one knew what the mystery was.
Only King Changling himself knew that this was to commemorate the person who changed his life...
However, commemoration is commemoration.
The current King Changling does not want to see his husband again.
I don’t want to, and I don’t dare.
He knew very well that if his husband were still alive and met him again, he would definitely be disappointed. What he has done in recent years is not glorious.
Therefore, it would be better for Mr. to die.
"He should be dead a long time ago."
"He must be dead. A strong human being who can live for six hundred years cannot remain unknown."
In the quiet room, Prince Changling sat on a chair, talking to himself, as if to reassure himself.
Last night, my husband actually appeared in his dream, just like before, standing at the cellar door, looking down at him quietly, making him sweat.
Fortunately, this is just a dream, it is fake after all.
King Changling smiled mockingly.
"You are indeed old, to be obsessed with such things."
Even if the husband is really standing in front of me, so what? He is no longer the child hiding in the cellar, but the king of the human race at the peak of the Five Realms!
King Changling straightened his back, put the dream he had yesterday behind his mind, and his eyes became calm again.
Some people have long since died, but he continues to live.
A skinny hand stretched out and shook the copper bell beside the seat.
Soon, a middle-aged man in luxurious clothes walked in quietly and saluted respectfully.
"Old Ancestor, the seventy-two Qi Refining Array Masters are all here, and the family's masters are also in place. The inner courtyard is now impregnable..."
After the report, the middle-aged man looked a little nervous, "Is it really exposed?"
King Changling glanced at this descendant and chuckled, "Why are you panicking? This is to prevent the stupid young man from King Qingyang from coming over and causing damage and destroying my yard."
"As for exposure, what if it's really exposed?"
"Remember, as long as I am alive, I will be the backbone of the human race. Even if others guess something, they must keep it in their hearts!"
The middle-aged man nodded like a fool, "What our ancestors said makes sense, but the younger generation's worries are unfounded."
Prince Changling leaned back and leaned on the back of his chair, his expression extremely calm.
"Tomorrow, even if His Majesty the Human Emperor asks, I will not be afraid at all! Just keep your mouths shut and don't cause trouble for me."
He looked confident, as if he didn't take the Emperor seriously, but he did have the confidence.
After thousands of years of fighting, the human race has finally become the largest race among the monsters. However, it is still surrounded by powerful enemies and the situation is not easy.
In this situation, any Five Realm King is a precious power that cannot be lost.
What's more, he is a senior and powerful person who has lived for six hundred years and has huge influence on the human race.
"As long as I don't betray the human race, nothing will happen to you."
King Changling's voice was calm, yet full of domineering power.
But at the next moment, the old prince's face changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly, staring at the bookshelf on the wall, his chest rising and falling violently, as if he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world.
The chair behind him was pushed away violently, swaying and almost falling over.
The middle-aged man at the door was about to flatter his ancestor, but he was shocked when he saw this, "What, what's wrong?"
"roll."
"……yes."
The door to the quiet room was closed, leaving King Changling standing alone, staring in horror at a dusty corner inside the bookshelf.
A dark green bamboo slip lay in the corner, with a slight luster on the surface, and a line of ink characters dancing like a dragon and snake, as if it would fly out at any time.
King Changling had not been so flustered for many years. At this moment, his throat felt dry. He swallowed and his voice became extremely bitter.
"He is really still alive..."
