On the eighth day of the top ten competition, early in the morning.

Before all the competitors had arrived at the venue.

Wei Cangsheng walked on the bustling streets, watching the crowds come and go, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

Although the current situation of the human race was not good, as the center of the human world, Central City was still very prosperous, gathering the most powerful talents, the most outstanding cultivators, the wealthiest civilians, the hardest working laborers… Looking up, one could even see the towering Miluo Heavenly Palace above the clouds, showcasing the highly advanced Immortal Dao technology.

But to Wei Cangsheng, no matter how developed or prosperous it was, if the people were not right, then it all meant nothing.

He lived in an era where the pure-blooded human race had striven for generations, slaying demons and ruling over heaven and earth.

And now, with a deep breath, he could smell the pervasive demonic aura in the air.

A cute little girl came up to him, looking at him with surprise, “Are you Wei Cangsheng from the debates in Daluo Heaven?”

Wei Cangsheng looked at the little girl before him, smiled faintly, but couldn’t help frowning, a hard-to-suppress murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The little girl stood there as if petrified, her body stiffening, unable to move at all.

Wei Cangsheng barely managed to suppress the murderous intent in his heart and quickly stepped away.

Through his Demon Illuminating Eye, he had seen the little girl with a disgusting rat head, her large eyeballs rolling around, sharp teeth protruding, every movement exuding a brutal and tyrannical aura.

Wei Cangsheng lifted his head, his Demon Illuminating Eye activating naturally, and the whole street was filled with various creatures that looked like rats, lions, foxes, sparrows… all wearing clothes, talking, eating, and rushing about like humans.

Only a few cultivators with higher cultivation could maintain their human form under the scrutiny of his Demon Illuminating Eye.

In the past, faced with a street full of demons, Wei Cangsheng would have drawn his sword and slain them, having killed far too many demons in his lifetime to count.

Because slaying demons had already become an instinct in his body amidst the great war between humans and demons.

To better discern demons, he had even specially cultivated this pair of Demon Illuminating Eyes, which allowed him to see the true form of ordinary demons with a glance.

Even those with higher cultivation, as long as they were not beyond his level of Dao, he could still put in some effort to discern their demonic lineage.

But now, as he looked at the demons filling the streets, watching them wear human clothes, speak human languages, adopt human civilization, living just like humans…

This gave him a sense of ridicule, sadness, and desolation, the murderous intent in his eyes always threatening to spill out uncontrollably.

“Demon God, Demon Saint, is this your plan? Quite a clever strategy of undermining the foundation.”

At that moment, a young man came up beside Wei Cangsheng, looking at the passersby with a smile, “It’s tough, isn’t it? For someone like you who has slain thousands of demons, to now have to live in a city teeming with them is like a tiger being placed in a bloody flock of sheep.”

Wei Cangsheng glanced at the young man beside him but ignored him; he continued walking towards the direction of the venue.

Yet the young man didn’t mind the cold shoulder and kept following, continuing to speak, “Yesterday, just a hundred meters from where you live, another man’s body was found in the alley. What, couldn’t hold back again?”

Wei Cangsheng’s gaze became slightly more intense. Yesterday, on his way home, he suddenly saw a pig demon emerge from the shadows, its hideous, corpulent face and long, hard fangs coming into view. By the time he realized what was happening, his well-tempered Sword Qi had instinctively pierced through the creature’s forehead.

Afterward, looking at the corpulent pig demon that appeared in his Demon Illuminating Eye, he checked the creature’s clothing and discovered that it was a worker who had come to inspect the sewage pipes.

At that moment, Wei Cangsheng had an odd feeling–within this city, were the mixed-blood humans the real demons, or was he, unable to stop his killing spree, the real demon to them?

In his era, such behavior would have made him a hero, but in this era, he would only become a murderer, a public enemy, a demon…

The young man beside him continued, “Don’t worry, though, we’ve already taken care of the bodies for you, so you won’t get into any trouble. It’s just that, in your duel with Zhou Bai today, could you trouble yourself to kill him?”

Wei Cangsheng came to a halt, turned to look at the young man, and asked, “What do you mean?”

The young man smiled, “You weren’t planning to let Zhou Bai take first place, were you?

Ever since Sun Jingping died, it has been apparent from your direct killing in the top ten matches. But now, it seems you’ve changed your mind? Is it because in the fight between Zhou Bai and Shi Fa, he displayed a fighting power that pleasantly surprised you, and after these few battles, you’ve found your lifespan isn’t much longer.”

Observing the dangerous glint in Wei Cangsheng’s eyes, the young man waved his hand and said, “Don’t look at me with such a terrifying gaze, I’m still the rightful god of the Thunder Department. If you don’t have the Human Emperor Sword, you probably can’t beat me.”

As he spoke, his appearance slightly changed, revealing the visage of Zi Yang True Monarch, and at the same time, a heavy oppressive force flashed by before he quickly changed back to his youthful appearance.

Wei Cangsheng sneered, “Why do you think I would agree to your request?”

“And why do you think we’d awaken you, yet not be prepared for the aftermath?”

Zi Yang True Monarch said, “You suddenly find your lifespan dwindling and realize that Zhou Bai’s talent and strength are stronger than you imagined, having also received acknowledgment from the Human Emperor Sword. Naturally, you would consider passing on your mantle. But what if I told you that your lifespan could be extended by twenty years? Would Zhou Bai still matter? Isn’t it better to do it yourself than to pass on the mantle?”

“Do you think you would do better or worse than Zhou Bai?”

Wei Cangsheng looked at the other party coldly, seemingly completely unmoved.

Zi Yang True Monarch said indifferently, “I know someone like you won’t be swayed without concrete evidence.”

Saying this, he took out a medicine vial, “Your lifespan issue is due to both this body and your Primordial Spirit no longer being able to withstand the twisted environment of the Heavenly Dao.

However, this medicine from the Plague Department can extend your life by one year per pill, with a maximum of 20 years. Take one back with you and give it a try. If you’re satisfied, kill Zhou Bai today, and we’ll give you the rest of the pills.”

Watching the figure of the other party departing, Wei Cangsheng couldn’t help but say, “Aren’t you going to ask if I agree?”

Zi Yang True Monarch smiled, “How could you possibly not agree? Unless you think Zhou Bai’s life is more valuable than yours. To him, the whole of the Three Pure Dao Sect is like a family now.

Do you think there’s a higher likelihood of changing his mindset and reversing his lifelong beliefs in three months, or is it more convenient and actionable for you to personally revive the pure blood human race?”

“Once the ghost and demon slayers know your true identity, Zhou Bai will just be an alternative for them.”

“Compared to Zhou Bai, the bloodline you represent is more suitable for proliferating the pure-blooded humans.”

Wei Cangsheng nodded, “How do you guarantee the Immortals won’t stop me?”

Zi Yang True Monarch said, “They have their own adversaries to deal with, they won’t have the time to focus on you.”

When Wei Cangsheng arrived at the arena and waited for the start of the eighth day’s top ten competition, he saw one more deity among the four regular gods who had arrived this time.

A man with long hair over his shoulders, a face full of stubble, looking like a middle-aged man, always carrying a gloomy aura about him.

His eyes reflected a hint of purple, as if, with every glance, lightning could slash through the sky, bringing with it the sound of thunder.

He sat shoulder to shoulder with the ghost and demon slayer, their auras clearly distinct yet equally matched. Next to them, Tianyang Zi, Ming Yue, and Qin Zhenren’s faces all bore a solemn expression.

This man was Xiang Haocu’s father, the Sweeping Demon Marshal of the Thunder Department, Xiang Tiandi.