Published: March 2, 2025
The guards... naturally, they were all gone, not a single one left.
Of course, Wen Yu couldn't reveal this embarrassing truth to Feili. He just watched as Feili's expression changed again and again, finally turning as dark as a pot's bottom. Wen Yu couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, while his face remained composed.
"Where are the guards?"
"MD, how would I know..."
Feili stood at the entrance of the cave, unable to help but curse loudly. He scolded the thief who had stolen the guards, berated the negligent guardians, and especially vented his anger on the Demon Palace Security Bureau he belonged to.
After cursing for nearly ten minutes, Feili finally sighed.
"Forget it... if they're gone, they're gone. When the time comes, I'll just tell his excellency the demon lord and have them recreated."
"Recreated?"
Hearing those two words, Wen Yu narrowed his eyes immediately.
"Is it easy for the demon lord to recreate something like a guard?"
"Overall, it's not difficult," Feili replied vaguely, then led Wen Yu into the interior of the origin pool.
...
Once again, it felt as if they were in a galaxy, but this time, Wen Yu didn't feel as amazed as he did last time.
Feili no longer explained the mysteries of this place to Wen Yu; he simply took Wen Yu through the cantilever swiftly until they entered the interior of the origin pool.
Next, Feili opened his spatial equipment and pulled out an avatar of the demon spirit.
"Grow!"
With Feili's sudden shout, his arms abruptly thickened and lengthened until they reached over ten meters long. Only then did Feili grasp the avatar of the demon spirit and twist it forcefully.
Like wringing out a towel, mysterious runes flickered in Feili's hands. As the "juice" inside the avatar of the demon spirit was squeezed out, it dripped into the origin pool beneath, and Wen Yu suddenly noticed a very slight increase in the capacity of the origin power within the pool.
Although small, given the capacity of the origin power in the pool, this increase was definitely not to be underestimated!
"So, you're bringing back the things that the demon spirit stole, right?"
"That's right. The amount of origin power from a world is not small. I heard Regas say that you've been here before and know some secrets of the Demon Realm, so you should know that this is how you continue to exist in the Demon Realm."
"Actually, saying 'bringing back the things that the demon spirit stole' isn't entirely accurate, because what the demon spirit took actually belongs to him, or rather, to their avatars. But if you want to discuss morality with me, that's really not interesting..."
"The fault is indeed ours; those worlds we invaded have indeed suffered unjust disasters, but we just want to survive. You can't say the fundamental idea of wanting to live is wrong, can you?"
Hearing Feili's words, Wen Yu merely smiled.
He found Feili's thoughts profound and interesting, but he overlooked the most critical point.
"The key is that you all are strong enough... I'm not referring to the demon spirit, but to those destroyed worlds."
"...That's true; this is the fundamental factor."
Feili said this and stopped—there was no point in discussing further. The demonic clan would inevitably invade, and the invaded worlds would surely resist; you can't expect either side to give up on this action.
In the end, what matters is simply who is stronger, who is fiercer—Wen Yu didn't believe that if he could defeat the sovereign, Tang Haofei could crush the demon lord, and Beijing could beat the demonic clan to a pulp, the demonic clan wouldn't retreat.
It was impossible...
...
Moments later, Feili finished squeezing the first avatar of the demon spirit.
The completely drained avatar now looked like a rag lying limply in Feili's hand, appearing as pitiful as could be. Feili carefully checked this demon creature, and upon finding that the origin power within it had been fully extracted, he stored it in the Spatial Ring. He then took out another avatar of the demon spirit from the Spatial Ring.