Chapter 797: 797 - Fey
Somewhere in the cosmos, a small group cut through the void, gliding through the infinite darkness that stretched between the stars.
"Master... are you sure he is the destined one?" one of Shuoming’s subordinates asked, channeling his Qi to carry the sound waves through the vacuum.
"Yes." Shuoming nodded, his voice tinged with pain, but also with a trace of long-dormant hope.
He had been rescued by the Primordial Demon Empress back when she was still a child.
Yes, when she was a child, no more than five or seven years old.
He still remembered that tiny, adorable little thing—seemingly small enough to fit in the palm of his hand—tearing a true god apart as if he were nothing.
That was a very, very long time ago...
A time when the celestial heavens were still in their infancy, when the land of the true gods was slowly beginning to blossom with life, and when the first Primordials were awakening from their long slumber.
That little girl was a Primordial. One of the most powerful among them. The Primordial of the demonic race.
Ironically, Shuoming and the demonic race itself, like all the other races, had been born before the Primordials who ruled over them.
Well, technically.
The Primordials had begun to gestate within the embrace of primordial chaos the moment the Great Creator departed from it, but their birth took hundreds of thousands of years—enough time for the races born of their blood to have already established themselves across the land.
Shuoming—mediocre and not even worthy of raising his gaze to her—became her eternal servant that day.
When she, at the age of twenty, founded the True Demon Path, he continued to serve her.
Even when the Celestial Emperor’s realm proved to be his ceiling, he continued to serve her, regardless of his lacking talent.
When he fell in love and married the woman he cherished, he continued to serve her.
When he had his first daughter, he continued to serve her.
When he gave his daughter’s hand in marriage to a worthy man, he continued to serve her.
When the Demon Empress was poisoned after refusing the marriage proposal of the Golden Sun Primordial, he continued to serve her.
When she descended to this cursed region to flee, damaging her own cultivation in the process, he continued to serve her, just as the Heavenly Demon—who was essentially her shadow—did not hesitate to destroy part of his own cultivation to descend alongside her.
When she refused the Heavenly Demon’s marriage proposal and was once again poisoned, he continued to serve her.
Many betrayed the weakened Primordial Demon Empress, but he continued to serve her.
He saw her when she was still a little girl; he watched her grow; he watched her become stronger.
Twenty million years.
For twenty million years, he served her.
Although he was infinitely inferior to her, he saw her as his own daughter.
"Ah... I just need to make sure that Long Qingyi is truly worthy. But first, the Empress’s power."
Shuoming quickened his pace, his figure slicing through the void like an arrow loosed from the heavens themselves.
Qingyi’s worth could be assessed later. After all, he had his priorities.
At the height of her power, before she was poisoned, even a thousand Heavenly Demons fused into one would have been no match for the Primordial Demon Empress.
Unfortunately, her power was now limited, and she needed to reach the central region as quickly as possible to begin her recovery.
His eyes grew serious, and he pushed his flight even further.
He had to deliver the wonderful news: her destined husband already knew of her existence and was ready to meet her in the central region when the time came.
He could only pray that her vision was correct, and that this man, this time, would truly be the one.
Shuoming turned to the men following close behind him, his gaze sharpening like a blade.
"I will personally report everything I’ve seen to the Empress. None of you are to breathe a word to anyone about Long Qingyi—do you hear me? If the Heavenly Demon learns of him because of you, your deaths will be terrible and merciless."
They shuddered at his firm words but nodded without hesitation.
This was an extremely serious matter, and they knew it well.
While the demons tore through the void toward their mistress, at an isolated base of the Celestial Dawn Sect, several powerful experts had gathered.
"Elder Fey... you must have a good explanation for Long Qingyi, don’t you think?"
Elder Shen’s powerful voice echoed through the hall, his cultivation surging like an overwhelming wave, merging with those of the other elders surrounding him.
For a moment, Elder Fey, who still clutched the mighty spear in his hand, felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart pounding violently against his ribs.
Under the crushing pressure of six other elders, his legs buckled, and he collapsed at once, his knees slamming against the stone floor with a muffled thud.
His gaze darted desperately around the room.
First to the young couple huddled in a corner, clinging to each other in silent terror.
Then to Beifeng, whose head had been crushed into a pulpy ruin on the stone.
And finally, to Qingyi.
The handsome young man stood perfectly relaxed, his hands clasped behind his back, a gentle yet icy smile playing on his lips.
"That spear... you took it from my friend. Don’t you think it’s time to give it back?" Qingyi asked, his voice as sharp as ice.
They had taken the spear, and upon seeing its exceptional quality, they’d been overcome with greed and had gone after Chen Wei’s cultivation technique.
Because of this, Chen Wei had been tortured for so long, instead of being killed outright and disposed of to erase any trace.
In the end, they’d done almost everything perfectly. They’d even shifted the blame onto a bandit settlement not far away.
The only mistake they’d made was existing in the same world as Qingyi. That, and of course, targeting one of his friends.
Elder Fey’s grip on the spear loosened, and his mind, for an instant, drifted into reverie.
He was fucked.
That was obvious to anyone.
He’d been too greedy, trying to bite off more than he could chew.
Now it was time to face the consequences.
Elder Fey’s eyes suddenly flashed, murderous intent erupting from him.
"Don’t be so hasty, Elder Fey. I have a way out for you." Qingyi’s lips curved into a cruel smile.
