Legend of the Great Sage

books filled the air.
Pi Yangqiu found the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance behind a certain bookshelf.
He currently stood with his back to him, his head buried in the book.

Pi Yangqiu clasped his hands.
“Spirit Reverend, I have something to report!”

“Is it regarding Li Qingshan?” The Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance turned around slowly.

“It is,” Pi Yangqiu answered before suddenly discovering the voice to be so familiar.
He raised his head and saw Li Qingshan’s face with a slight smile, which made him stagger backwards in shock.
He pointed at him.
“L- Li Qingshan! How are you here!?”

“Where else am I supposed to go?” Li Qingshan turned around slowly.

As he turned around, the landscape of the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes changed drastically.
Darkness rushed in from all sides, swallowing the bookshelves like water.
A beam of light pierced the ceiling, falling down from above and illuminating a certain region, like a stage illuminated by a spotlight.

Li Qingshan stood right in the centre of the stage, together with Pi Yangqiu.

Pi Yangqiu’s consciousness blurred.
He discovered that he was still standing in the Xuanming dwelling, above the water surface that resembled a black mirror.
He immediately felt like he had been plunged into ice.

Li Qingshan shook his head.
Pi Yangqiu was far weaker than he imagined him to be, not in terms of strength, but in terms of will.

A clone was only a clone, but it still did possess the lord of the Demon domain’s will.
In terms of strength, his clone was nowhere close to Pi Yangqiu, but in terms of will, Pi Yangqiu basically could not offer up any resistance at all.

From his greed in the beginning to the fear after running into Li Qingshan, followed by his ecstatic joy from escaping, his emotions fluctuated with so much intensity.
As such, how could he not be taken advantage of by his inner demons? At the same time, from beginning to end, he never developed any thought of battle.
He was either fearing or thinking about escaping, so how could he stand a chance against Li Qingshan who bore the will of the living creatures of the Demon domain?

If strength was a country, then will was the ruler and inner demons were the assassins that infiltrated the palace, only revealing their true colours in the very end, making them unpredictable.

Pi Yangqiu was clearly the lord of a destroyed country.
He was easily controlled, so easy that it even became a little boring.

If it were not for the fact that Li Qingshan was after the Myriad sect and needed Pi Yangqiu to help him breach the formation, he basically did not even want to acknowledge him.

Though, all help is welcome.
A Yang Soul cultivator who’s familiar with formations can be useful.

Li Qingshan stepped forward.
“Pi Yangqiu, I receive you under the lord of the Demon domain!” Without any regard for his opinion, he placed his hand on his head.

Having realised the limited strength of the clone, Pi Yangqiu wanted to put up some more resistance, but when he heard that, he shuddered.
“The lord of the Demon domain!”

A thought pierced the membrane, Li Qingshan is not a Heretic God, Li Qingshan is not a Heretic God, Li Qingshan is not a Heretic God…

“You’re… the daemon star of misfortune?” Everything was clear now.
He still struggled to believe it, but it made perfect sense.

If he was not a true god, how did he possess such pressure? If he was not the daemon star of misfortune, why would the heavenly emperor ask for his surrender? 4887

Li Qingshan’s pitch-black eyes became extremely deep, like a pair of bottomless chasms.
Pi Yangqiu could not help but gaze into them.
He felt like his entire mind had been sucked away.

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In the chasm, he heard those whisperings again, both male and female, both young and old, all mixed together.
They were still as gentle as a mosquito’s buzz, but they were no longer filled with pain and sorrow.
Instead, they were filled with fervent worship.

Li Qingshan had conquered the twelve demon dominions, stripped the twelve Demon Gods of their paramount status and reduced them to his subordinate gods.
He gathered all the faith and beliefs of the living creatures of the Demon domain on him.
These voices were their worship towards their supreme ruler.

In the beginning, it was still as gentle as a mosquito’s buzz, but it turned into loud chanting in the blink of an eye before surging and roaring thunderously in the next instant.

However, Pi Yangqiu refused to resist.
If he resisted, there would only be madness.
Just how many people in the world could resist the will of a god? And just how many people were willing to stay true to themselves even if it meant death?

At that instant, the voices drowned out Pi Yangqiu, becoming a part of his will.
When he looked at Li Qingshan again, endless admiration and worship rose up in his heart, willing to lay down his life for him.
He immediately prostrated on the ground and cried out, “My king, you are the lord of the Demon domain! You are the only true god!”

Li Qingshan smiled faintly.
“Of course.”