Published: March 2, 2025
That's right, just a single quota.
Memories slowed down here as Wen Yu pondered.
For a long time, Wen Yu had a question—there seemed to be an excessive number of eleventh level strongmen among the demonic clan. In Wen Yu's view, the hundreds of them in the Demon Realm, along with at least the same number in the Demon Palace, was an impossible phenomenon in any ordinary world.
Wen Yu was sure that these eleventh level strongmen of the demonic clan must have not ascended through normal channels. He had asked Leogua about this issue, but Leogua had only replied vaguely...
Wen Yu suspected that Leogua might be some kind of "traitor" from another world.
As the memory slowed down, after receiving a quota to ascend to an eleventh level strongman, Lord of the Jiang Family and nine other strong clan members, led by the old leader, arrived at a secret location within the demonic clan military department.
It was an open altar, intricately carved with strange patterns. Here, Lord of the Jiang Family once again saw the figure of the spirit of the demon lord. Or rather, this “event” held significant meaning; all seven leaders of the demonic clan military department were present, while the spirit stood silently behind them, remaining elusive as ever.
Wen Yu's gaze was fixated on the spirit, but at this moment, Lord of the Jiang Family was unaware of any schemes involving the spirit. He simply stepped onto the altar under the old leader's arrangement. As the seven leaders each took out a crystal filled with origin power from their spatial items and tossed them onto the altar, the radiant light began to flow.
“Hold your breath, concentrate, absorb the power within!”
The old leader spoke at the right moment, and Lord of the Jiang Family naturally complied.
In the memory scene, Lord of the Jiang Family appeared extremely distressed, seemingly enduring immense pain. The nine clan members around him were in the same predicament. Moments later, as the light intensified, one black-skinned demon creature suddenly let out a terrible scream, and then its body began to dissolve rapidly, like snowflakes under the blazing sun!
This scene immediately unsettled everyone; in just a moment of distraction, three more vanished without a trace.
“This is just a necessary sacrifice; from ten, let one live, and complete the transformation!”
The ancient demon standing at the center of the seven leaders observed everything happening before him, expressionless. This ancient demon was familiar to Wen Yu—Feili, Regas's godfather, the most powerful leader in the demonic clan military department!
Regas, however, was not present here; he seemed to have yet to reach this status.
Lord of the Jiang Family reacted swiftly, holding his breath amidst the immense pain while continuously absorbing the origin power emanating from the altar. The other black-skinned demon creatures did not lag behind either. After all, those who made it this far in the demonic clan were not easy beings.
From Lord of the Jiang Family's memories, Wen Yu could even experience the terrifying pain that tore at the soul, like a tiny boat adrift on the vast ocean. Lord of the Jiang Family had no idea when this pain would end, until the surrounding origin power finally dissipated, at which point he collapsed onto the ground.
Looking back, only he remained from the ten.
“Not bad talent.”
Feili commented blandly before vanishing from sight, and the remaining few quickly left the place, leaving only the old leader, who walked over to Lord of the Jiang Family with a look of satisfaction, helping him up.
“The future will belong to you!”
He said.
...
Whether the future belonged to Lord of the Jiang Family, he himself naturally did not know. The soul-tearing pain from his ascension still lingered in his body, and he felt as if he could not muster an ounce of strength.
However, from the old leader's explanation, Lord of the Jiang Family understood that this was a normal phenomenon that would dissipate in a few years. And a few years was far too short for an eleventh level strongman.