In Ye Yu’s sight, a rotund man—fat as a pig—stood atop the vast training platform and began rolling back and forth in a smooth, rounded motion.
His speed increased steadily, his form blurring into afterimages, giving the impression of a wild boar plowing through the earth.
After several breaths, the man thrust out a foot ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) and came to an abrupt stop.
The impact sent a tremor through the entire platform.
His flesh rippled in waves as well, like tides rolling in and out.
To describe a person as “majestic” would normally seem misplaced—but here was undeniable proof.
Ye Yu met the fat man’s gaze and, as fellow disciples greeting one another, was about to speak when the man cleared his throat and spoke sternly “In ancient times, demons were famed for their flesh’s might.
“Records in the old tomes speak of ancient demon bodies that shrugged off Immortal artifacts, tore Immortals limb from limb—that was basic practice!
“But today, the Demon Realm has grown weak. Those who ought to bulldoze all before them with their bodily might have been supplanted by feeble Blood Demons and Heart Demons. It is a disgrace to our kind!
“The very reason the Blazing Demon Hall exists is to reverse this shameful trend!
“I will lead every demon in this sect to rise up together, to restore the Ancient Demon Path, and make the Six Realms tremble!”
Having finished, the fat man slowly turned his back, tilted his head at a forty-five–degree angle to gaze skyward, and a flurry of petals drifted down around him.
The scene could almost be called beautiful—were it not for the revolting sight of that piggish form.
Ye Yu’s expression grew infinitely complex. He stood in the breeze, disheveled, for a long moment before shaking his head to clear it and speaking “Hey—hold the petals for now.”
“Oh!” The pale Heart-Demon at the fat man’s side quietly gathered up the petals and stepped back to check how many remained in his basket.
Ye Yu sighed, then turned back to the fat man and asked softly “May I ask—who might you be?”
The fat man faced him again and said with utmost seriousness “I am Mo Gelian, Lord of the Blazing Demon Hall. You may address me as Lord or by my nickname, Ten-Thousand Demons Rising.”
Ye Yu’s curiosity was piqued. Ten-Thousand Demons Rising—what did it signify?
The Heart-Demon leaned in and explained in a low voice “Didn’t I tell you yesterday—when ten-thousand demons emerge together, that’s majesty incarnate. The Lord calls himself Ten-Thousand Demons Rising. After today’s display, doesn’t it make perfect sense?”
Ye Yu’s lip twitched. Playing word games—how amusing he thought himself to be.
Sensing the sudden hostility, the Heart-Demon backed away without hesitation.



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