Chapter 564: Chapter 563: The Demon Ancestor Has No Choice, Ying Zheng Refuses to Compete for the Saint’s Seat [Update 1]

At the same time.

Throughout the Grand Thousand Upper Realm, Supreme Yang Qi descended successively.

"Another Mortal World seat?!"

The Quasi-Saints who had competed in the Demon Realm before were in an uproar.

They emerged once more, starting to seize Supreme Yang Qi everywhere.

Quasi-Saint level battles erupted in various locations in the Grand Thousand Upper Realm, quickly plunging the place into flames of war.

Demon Race Celestial Court.

Outside the blood-filled Demon Palace, row after row of unparalleled Great Demons stood, looking at the Supreme Yang Qi that had descended not far from the Demon Palace, their faces covered with disappointment.

"Damn it, why is it still a Mortal World seat!"

Many Demon Kings remained silent.

The current situation of the world is extremely unfavorable for the Demon Race. Whether their Demon Ancestor can successfully become a Saint is key to breaking the deadlock for the Demon Race Celestial Court.

Yet the method their Demon Ancestor cultivates belongs to the Underworld Technique.

To compete for the Mortal World seat isn’t impossible, but the success rate compared to the Quasi-Saints of the Mortal World technique is far more uncertain.

Hence the previous round of competition in the Demon Realm.

Even though their Demon Ancestor possessed the Donghuang Bell, he didn’t dare to compete.

They originally thought that since a Mortal World seat had already descended.

Next time, it should be the turn for an Underworld Saint.

Who would have thought that the Qi descending all over the world this time is still Supreme Yang Qi!

This really left the Demon Race in distress...

"The Qilin Emperor has fallen, King Zhu Yan has been killed, our Demon Race Celestial Court is gradually weakening."

"Now, the Eastern Domain Daoist Court has risen, causing the world’s structure to shift greatly. If another Saint emerges, who knows where the situation will lead..."

"Alas, is it possible that our Demon Race can never restore its ancient glory?"

Many ancient Demon Kings sighed. Some of them had experienced the era of East Emperor Taiyi and Demon Emperor Di Jun.

The extreme brilliance of the Demon Race at that time is hard for them to forget.

Even though the Demon Race Celestial Court still exists now.

Its declining momentum is clearly hard to suppress anymore.

However, just when all the Demon Kings were feeling heavy-hearted, the Demon Ancestor suddenly took a step into heaven, absorbing that thread of Supreme Yang Qi hanging outside the Demon Palace into his body.

Huh?

The sudden action of the Demon Ancestor surprised all the Demon Kings.

The demons looked at the Demon Ancestor in confusion.

Then they saw the Demon Ancestor’s body erupting with bursts of red light.

Through the red light, they could see the Supreme Yang Qi inside the Demon Ancestor facing an attack.

It was an attack from the Law cultivated by the Demon Ancestor.

The entry of Supreme Yang Qi made the Demon Ancestor’s internal functions boil autonomously, instinctively wanting to obliterate the opponent!

However, the Demon Ancestor let out a light reprimand, forcibly suppressing the Laws within.

Thus preserving that thread of Supreme Yang Qi!

"No, Demon Ancestor, what... what are you trying to do?" Finally, an ancient Demon King asked, his tone mixed with confusion.

The Demon Ancestor took a deep breath and said somewhat helplessly: "I cannot sit and wait for an Underworld seat."

"I have already foreseen the heavenly fate, the Demon Race Celestial Court faces the danger of collapse in the near future!"

With these words, the seated Demon Kings all changed their expression.

Then, one demon king suddenly realized, his eyes complicated: "So, Demon Ancestor, you want to compete for the Mortal World seat?"

The Demon Ancestor said calmly: "It’s the only way to break the deadlock. Only by becoming a Saint can the Demon Race Celestial Court remain unyielding."

"Only by becoming a Saint can the Demon Race Celestial Court restore its ancient glory!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Listening to what the Demon Ancestor said, the demon kings present couldn’t help but feel heavy-hearted.

Indeed.

In the current Grand Thousand Worlds, the Demon Race, one of the three top forces, has already fallen far behind the Western Buddha Country and Great Qin Celestial Court.

Moreover.

Regardless of Celestial Court level fortune, the Daoist Court in the Eastern Desolate Continent can still surpass them.

The situation is continually worsening.

Now the Demon Race, though relying on fortune, can still stand unyieldingly in the Northern Immortal Realm.

But as the strength of the other three forces continues to rise.

It won’t be long before the Demon Race Celestial Court, like the Ancient Celestial Court, collapses internally and externally, eventually being divided among the forces...

"Thus, although competing for the Mortal World seat is difficult."

"It seems it’s also the only chance."

"At least, in this round of seat competition, there is no Lady Nuwa, nor East Buddha."

Besides Lady Nuwa, the strongest competitor for a Mortal World Saint previously was undoubtedly East Buddha from Little Western Heaven.

But in the last Buddha Country incident.

East Buddha has vanished.

So, in this round of Mortal World seat competition, for various Quasi-Saints, there’s one less formidable opponent.

However, as for the Underworld seat.

The long-absent Nether River Ancestor has resurfaced in the world these past years, evidently well-prepared.

The Ancient Dragon Race hidden in the North Sea has long switched to practicing the Netherworld technique, naturally making them a formidable competitor for the Underworld seat.

Not to mention the Ancestral Dragon from the Great Qin Celestial Court, ever since the North Sea Dragon Race joined last time, bringing thousands of dragon corpses, a world-shaking aura has repeatedly emanated within Great Qin.

Frankly speaking.

Even if an Underworld seat really descends now!

Without the help of Quasi-Saints, the Demon Ancestor honestly has little confidence internally.

Considering all this, he decided to switch to compete for a Mortal World seat.

Moreover, he had no choice.

Because he had already offended the Lord of the Daoist Court of the Eastern Domain!

The Lord of that Daoist Court, whenever he has the time, is bound to hunt him the moment he dares step out of the Northern Domain!

So now, it’s actually the only time he can emerge!

Ascending the Celestial Court is not a feat achieved in a day.

He must strive to become a Saint while the Daoist Lord is occupied!

Otherwise, in the future.

Every step out of the Northern Domain will be a gamble with life!

"There is no choice."

"I only wish that the Heavenly Dao will protect me!"

The Demon Ancestor took a deep breath, then without hesitation, took a step out of the Celestial Court, shaking the Universe.

...

At the same time, in the Great Qin Celestial Court.

Ghost Valley Master, responsible for deducing heavenly fate and spying on the movements of various Quasi-Saints, appeared in the Black Celestial Palace.

"Your Majesty, the Demon Ancestor of the Demon Race has chosen to compete for the Mortal World seat." Ghost Valley Master’s voice was hoarse, his hunched figure resembling a decrepit old man.

"Is that so? Then he must be desperate."

Deep in the Black Celestial Palace, a faint mocking voice rose, and that silhouette grew increasingly imposing, increasingly mysterious.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, with one less opponent in the future competition for an Underworld seat." Ghost Valley Master said, his tone carrying a hint of laughter.

"Opponent?"

The Ancestral Dragon sneered disdainfully, "He is not fit to be my opponent."

Ghost Valley Master was stunned but then nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, he is unworthy to be Your Majesty’s opponent. Perhaps having realized this, he withdrew from the Underworld seat competition."

The Ancestral Dragon said indifferently, "I am not competing for the Underworld seat, nor any Saint seat anymore."

"Wha... what?" Ghost Valley Master was surprised, frowning in confusion: "What do you mean, Your Majesty? Do you not wish to become a Saint?"