There were many practitioners gathered in the hall on Yinshan Mountain. They were drinking and drinking very lively. There were only two people on the main seat. One was about forty years old, with a long and thin figure, a blue face, and the eyes were full of shiny lights. The other was the young clan leader.

The two of them rarely talked. The thin middle-aged man was sometimes absent-minded in his mouth and sometimes closed his eyes to rest. The young clan leader was serving him carefully. When the wine glass was empty, he poured the wine immediately. The dishes were cold and he immediately asked him to take it out and get hot.

After a moment, the young clan leader couldn't help it and whispered: "Tian Sheng, you... seem to be a little restless. Could it be that something is wrong?"

"Haha..." The thin middle-aged man smiled and glanced at the young clan leader with a squint eyes, then said, "In a while, maybe a guest will come."

"Guest? What kind of guests can make you pay so much attention?" the young patriarch asked curiously.

"Guess it." The thin middle-aged man smiled.

"How can I guess this?" The young clan leader scratched his scalp and suddenly saw the middle-aged man opposite him taking an empty wine glass and playing with it as if nothing had happened. The mural of the wine glass was painted with several butterflies. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Is it a distinguished guest of Butterfly?"

"Hahaha..." The thin middle-aged man smiled, then reached out to pat the young patriarch's shoulder: "You kid is indeed smart, much better than your father."

"Where are there." The young patriarch smiled and said, "If it weren't for the cultivation of Tiansheng, how could I have entered today?"

"To be honest, I spent much more effort on your father than you. Unfortunately, your father... was just a piece of mud that couldn't be supported on the wall, which disappointed me." The thin middle-aged man sighed.

When people hear people ridicule their father in person, people with a little bit of blood will definitely be erotic. However, among the humans who are vassalized by the demon clan, after a long period of brainwashing, the weight of the words is much greater than that of "filial piety," so the young patriarch dared not speak, but just listened in fear.

"This is my first time in the human world, and it should be the last time." said the thin middle-aged man.

"What does Tiansheng mean?" The young patriarch was stunned: "We took a lot of effort to come to the human world. Are you... leaving again?"

"I can't help it." The thin middle-aged man sighed: "My opportunity has come. Although I have been trying to suppress my entry, I'm afraid... I won't be able to suppress it for long."

"You...you mean," the young patriarch's face changed drastically, then he stood up suddenly and said in a trembling voice: "This is a great joy... Heavenly Saint, we should do our best to scatter the human world and to give us a quiet place in this world. Why do you want to leave?"

"You don't understand." The thin middle-aged man shook his head and said, "The three realms of humans, demons and demons are all original realms, and one iron rule must be followed. As long as you break through the Star Lord realm, you must leave."

"No, right..." The young clan leader showed a look of surprise: "If you don't say anything else, those ancient cultivators in the human world are all practitioners in the Star Lord realm, but they have not left."

"So I said you don't understand, staying will cost you." The thin middle-aged man smiled: "They did not leave, but now? Where are they?"

"This..." The young patriarch seemed to understand something, but he didn't fully understand it.

"Cultivation is like using a huge skin to absorb water between rivers. What happens when the water in the skin is already full and can no longer be absorbed?" The thin middle-aged man whispered.

"The water in the skin will flow backwards, or the skin will explode." said the young patriarch.

"That's right." The thin middle-aged man smiled: "Those ancient overhauls forced the human world and cut off their only life. Then... they are gone now."

The young clan leader pondered for a long time, his expression changed drastically, and he stared blankly at the middle-aged man opposite him.

"Thinking?" said the thin middle-aged man: "Today, let's talk heartily. Who do you think can take my favor among those children?

"Tian Sheng, this is your family matter. I... how dare I talk nonsense?" the young patriarch said timidly.

"It's okay, just talk about it casually." said the thin middle-aged man.

The young patriarch really didn't dare to speak, and a small cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"You kid are all good, but you're too cautious." said the thin middle-aged man: "According to the rules, before I walk to the starry sky, they should be sent to the exile place, but... I can't bear it, and I don't want to see them fratricidal."

The young clan leader still dared not speak. This is the rule of the demon clan for countless years. Once the position of the Heavenly Saint is about to be vacant, then all the practitioners in the family will be sent to the exile place, and only one of them can come out alive.

Tiansheng has survived for ten thousand years, and there are more than a thousand children who have reproduced, but only seven are left to this day.

The demon clan has a tradition of winning all the winners, and all resources are controlled by the Heavenly Saint, and the strategy of being stronger than weak branches has been developed to the extreme. The most tragic thing is the descendants of the Heavenly Saint who reproduced. Their treatment in practice is not as good as humans, because humans cannot replace them. Slaves can never become masters, but their own flesh and blood may subvert patriarchy.

Therefore, the future generations have a poor entry, which is easy to say. If a genius really appears, he usually cannot live long and does not eat his children. This is the ethics of ordinary people. Practitioners pursue eternity, so the concept of blood relatives will become very weak. If they are going to pose a threat to their status and monopoly of resources, even their own flesh and blood will not tolerate it.

The tradition of the demon clan is cruel and terrible, and it is suspected of destroying the Great Wall by itself. However, the existence of the Holy Emperor perfectly makes up for this flaw.

The winner who walks out of the exile land will receive blessings and recognition from the Holy Emperor, and then can absorb the demon essence of the blood relatives and greatly increase its strength.

The descendants of Tiansheng have bloodline inheritance. Even if they do nothing, they eat, drink, play and do not do their jobs every day, and their entry will gradually improve. If they are not successful, they can at least reach the Great Lord Realm. Moreover, when Tiansheng knows that they are about to die, or want to walk out of the starry sky, they will seek the help of the Holy Emperor, stay in the demon world for more years, and distribute the cultivation resources to the descendants to quickly urge them to grow up, and finally send them to the exile place with their own hands.

There are not as many practitioners in the demon clan as humans, but the number of great practitioners far exceeds that of humans. Human practitioners do not know how many difficulties and obstacles they have to go through before they can reach the holy realm, and there are even fewer people to reach the great holy realm. The demon clan only needs to be the winner in a battle and have everything.

Therefore, for the demon race, the Holy Emperor has unparalleled significance.

Seeing that the young patriarch did not dare to speak at all, the thin middle-aged man shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, I won't force you."

"Haha..." The young patriarch reluctantly smiled, and then changed the topic: "Tiansheng, you are here in the human world this time... but what big thing is there to do?"

"How did you know?" the thin middle-aged man asked with a smile.

"Yanyun's eighteen veins rushed from the Star Road to the human world. Some went to the Green Sea, some went to Pengshan, and some went to the Demon Altar. Tiansheng, you... don't seem to have the intention of expanding your territory, and you have been taking us around nearby." The young patriarch said: "What can make you care so much is naturally not a trivial matter."

"You are smart." A ray of light that was not easy to be noticed flashed in the eyes of the thin middle-aged man.

"But... you probably shouldn't have cooperated with Butterfly Palace." said the young patriarch.

"Why?" asked the thin middle-aged man.

"Since the Butterfly Envoy entered the human world and both body and spirit were destroyed, the life of the Butterfly Palace has been getting worse every day." The young patriarch said: "I'm afraid they can't help anything."

"This is a bad word." The thin middle-aged man shook his head and said, "The lean camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that the inheritance of the Butterfly Palace is different from ours. As far as I know, there are at least five heavenly saints in the Butterfly Palace."

"Five Heavenly Saints?" The young clan leader was shocked.

"Don't you dare to ask, or you don't see the mystery?" said the thin middle-aged man slowly.

"I... Tiansheng, what are you referring to?" the young patriarch said naughtyly.

"Why did the inheritance of the Holy Emperor inexplicably enter the human world?" said the thin middle-aged man, "With your intelligence, you shouldn't have seen it?"

The young patriarch was stunned, and the cold sweat appeared on his vest even wet his clothes. This matter was related to the great secret of the demon clan, and it was definitely not something that he could talk about as a human being.

Seeing that the young patriarch was so timid, the thin middle-aged man felt very disappointed. He had too many secrets in his heart and was under too much pressure. He was about to walk out of the starry sky, so he really wanted to talk to someone. As it turned out, he had found the wrong person.

"You can only know this, I know it." The thin middle-aged man whispered.

"Tian Sheng, don't worry, I never like to talk too much." The young patriarch said hurriedly.

"I understand." The thin middle-aged man nodded, then sneered: "It is my humiliation to be with those fools in the eighteen veins of Yanyun... They used to be powerful and blessed for a long time by using my name. This time, they could only rely on themselves."

"Tian Sheng, if you are always leaving, the Eighteen Yanyun meridians will probably not take long before they will be removed from the list." The young clan leader said with a frown.

"That may not be." The thin middle-aged man narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, two practitioners hurriedly walked in from outside, walked to the thin middle-aged man, and whispered: "Tian Sheng, the messenger of the Butterfly Palace has arrived."

The thin middle-aged man slowly stood up, tidied up his robe, and whispered: "You don't have to follow me, stay here."
Chapter completed!