While the avatar appeared in the Hall of Great Brightness, Qing Yu’s main body quietly entered the Imperial City’s underground palace and arrived before the Heavenly Demon Blood Pond.
“After a few years, the Heavenly Demon Blood Pond is not what it used to be.” Qing Yu stood before the blood pool and whispered to himself.
Back then, when he had first fused his Saint Demon Primordial, he had retreated here, using the Blood Pond and various spiritual medicines to accelerate the growth of his Primordial.
At that time, the blood of soldiers from both sides was collected by the Blood Painting Formation and turned into blood crystals to be sent here.
This Heavenly Demon Blood Pond was once quite useful to Qing Yu.
In the past few years, the wars fought by the Northern Zhou had also followed the usual practice of collecting blood and sending it to the Heavenly Demon Blood Pond for refinement. The essence blood of the demons transformed in these years basically came from here. When they died in battle, their essence blood was also returned to this pool.
“War Beast Heavenly Slayer.” Qing Yu called out in a soft voice.
“Roar…”
Demonic Qi rose up, and the hideous War Beast Sky Slayer rose up from the ground and stood quietly behind Qing Yu.
“The spiritless and unintelligent War Beast Heaven Slayer is a powerful weapon for killing, but just knowing how to kill without having intelligence is ultimately a huge disadvantage.”
Qing Yu turned around and paced towards the War Beast Heaven Slayer, “Today, I will give you a wisdom.”
Raising his head slightly, the demonic Qi instantly rushed into the War Beast Sky Slayer’s body, seeping into his bloodline and beginning to adjust his demonic energy and essence blood.
“The War Beast Heaven Slayer is a remnant of the Otherworldly Demon Dragon, and among the Otherworldly Demons, the one with the closest bloodline to the Demon Dragon is the Yan Devil Dryad.”
The demonic qi was raised again, and the qi that rushed into War Beast Tian Slay’s body transported the energy of creation, transforming its demonic body for it.
After Qing Yu’s cultivation of the Dao realm, he was no longer like the old days, and some strange abilities that were not for mortals to grasp could now be used by Qing Yu with ease.
“Roar…”
The black hair slowly disappeared and the ugly face became hideous and powerful, with a ghostly blue armour growing on top of it and a long and short devil’s horn on top of its head.
At the same time, Qing Yu’s other hand opened and the character card, which only he could see before, appeared for the first time.
With triangular hair, pointed ears, a greenish-blue ghostly face, sharp teeth on both cheeks and a right arm that resembles a dragon’s claw, the figure on the card bears a striking resemblance to the transformed face of the war beast Sky Slaughter.
Or rather, the War Beast Sky Slayer was originally manipulated by Qing Yu to transform into this character.
His name is “Yama Devil Dryad”, a demon ruler of the First Hall of the Otherworldly Demon World, and Qing Yu’s next underling.
“Go.”
Qing Yu raised his hand and shot the character card into the brow of the transforming War Beast Tian Slay, and instantly the demonic aura flourished, and the War Beast Tian Slay let out a frenzied cry that resembled a dragon’s roar.
After Qing Yu achieved the Dao realm, he had already touched the system’s body, no longer like before, when he only knew that the system was inside him, but did not know its exact location.
The system had also opened up higher permissions to Qing Yu after he had achieved the Dao realm, and this materialised character card was one of those permissions.
It was because of this permission and his own ability to create that Qing Yu had the idea of recreating the Yan Devil Dryad.
Judging from the current state of affairs, this idea does have the potential to succeed, and this transformation of the Yan Devil and Dryad is close to success.
“The transformation still needs some nutrients.”
Qing Yu manipulated the body of the war beast enveloped in demonic Qi, sending it within the Heavenly Demon Blood Pond and slowly waiting.
The Yan Devil Dryad did not keep Qing Yu waiting for too long. A quarter of an hour later, the pool of Heavenly Demon blood rippled again, and in the bubbles that rose up, the Yan Devil Dryad rose from the bottom of the pool, its fierce and hostile aura overwhelming him.
The temperature of the cold underground palace rose sharply with his appearance, and a manic heat filled the surroundings with an arrogant and fierce aura.
However, in the next instant, the demon dryad took the initiative to curb the heat and fierce aura.
For when he first looked into this new world, he saw Qing Yu standing in front of the pool of blood. And then, he saw the aura that intertwined destruction and creation, the six wings that loomed, and the ——
The Yan Devil Dryad did not dare to look more, for a deep, as if from the depths of his bloodline, a mighty pressure made his wildly domineering head bow slightly.
“Yan Devil Dryad–”
He half-kneeled in the air above the pool of blood, and the giant sword Yan Devil Desolate God Chop in his hand was slowly lowered, paying the highest tribute to the Creator of this body, “Greetings, Demon Emperor.”
It was the Devil Emperor, not the Lord. The title of Demon Emperor was only enjoyed by the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor among the Demon Race.
Regardless of what happened in the original world, in this world the devil race had come into being because of Qing Yu. Qing Yu is the source of the demon blood and has the highest power over these demons.
To the Yan Demon Dryad, Qing Yu has advanced the Holy Demon Primordial to this level, and is already no different from the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor.
”It has saved me the effort of not having to do anything.”
Qing Yu gathered his true qi and said, ”Yan Devil Dryad, I have injected the inner story of this world into your mind. I think it is time for you to understand.
In the future, the fighting members of the Demon Race will all be under your command. You will be the vanguard of the attack against the two Buddhist sects.”
“Buddha and Tao, old rivals. My subordinate will definitely achieve the most glorious victory for the Demon Emperor.” Yan Devil Dryad said in a loud voice.
His heart was ablaze with battle, and his eagerness to fight and kill was urging him to find the right strong man for a battle.
“Go over there. In the Northern Zhou, the demon army has already taken shape, and now there are 100,000 of them. These 100,000 men will be under your command.” Qing Yu waved his hand and said.
“Yes, Demon Emperor.”
Yan Devil Dryad rushed straight into the spell formation on the other side of the underground palace, impatient to take over the 100,000 demon troops.
For war-mongers, battle was something essential to life, and without it, life would not be complete.
Qing Yu also needed just such a war-monger now.
After the Yan Devil and Dryad had left and silence returned to the underground palace, Qingyu turned his hand and used his true essence again, the power of creation in his palm.
Unlike the devilish Qi of creation before, the power of creation in Qing Yu’s hand was more peaceful and contained a vibrant vitality. When it appeared in the underground palace, the often dark palace seemed like a vibrant gra*sland, filled with a fresh and soothing aura.
“I have basically become familiar with the art of creation and mastered it. It’s time to reshape Feng Jiu’s body next.” Qing Yu said.
Since all the dragon veins had scattered into the void, this incarnation of Emperor Zhou was considered ruined, and the dragon energy in his body was swept away.
Qing Yu didn’t have the heart to recreate the dragon veins, so he could just let go of this incarnation of Emperor Zhou.
Now that he was already in the Dao realm, he was of the same generation as the two ancestors, the Daoist Buddha, and it would be too much to worry about mundane matters.
It would be better to let Feng Jiu take care of the political affairs of the Northern Zhou court.
After sleeping for so long, it was time to get up and get to work. The eight-month backlog of political affairs in Northern Zhou is waiting for His Majesty the Zhou Emperor’s approval.
Thinking of this, Qing Yu also revealed a slight smile.
He was a man who, to some extent, still remembered his old days. For people like Feng Jiu who had followed him in the early days, Qing Yu did not begrudge them their worries.
