Chapter 135: Cannibal Tribe, The Three Sovereigns and One Emperor (Yesterday)

This Celestial Immortal of the Demon Clan was named Huang Liulang, and his true form was a Xianshan, a type of primordial spirit beast. He had demon god ancestors serving as officials in the Heavenly Court, and a vast clan backing him. Being the sixth among his siblings, he was styled Liulang. In addition, he had five elder brothers and seven elder sisters, every single one of whom possessed the bearing of a Celestial Immortal, with some even reaching the mighty realm of Profound Immortals.

Yet, this entire family of demons had died loyal and true...

The elders and the young had perished or been left maimed one by one, and now, he was the last one remaining, only to meet his doom right here.

If it were merely these things, Luo Zu’s heart would not have felt such deep indignation.

To say it was merely indignation would be an understatement; a raging fire burned within his heart, and a fierce, vicious wrath rose from the depths of his soul.

He lashed this scoundrel with a few more whips, hoping he would experience plenty of pain and engage in deep self-reflection.

The crimes committed by this scoundrel were by no means small, for he was connected to the Tang family, and more precisely, to the demon tribe that kept humans like Tang Xi in captivity.

While he was not a demon from that particular tribe, he had deep ties with them, had attended numerous banquets hosted by them, and had indeed eaten human flesh within that very tribe.

"Humans don't taste very good. Although the meat is fragrant, it is rather tough and stringy, not exactly smooth or delightful to the palate. But human brains are tender—oh, they are simply too delicious," Huang Liulang began to reminisce about a banquet he had attended in past years, detailing the situation of the human race at the feast under Luo Zu's strict demands.

True to expectation, the human race had indeed been reduced to a dish, though not the main course, merely an appetizer. The truly grand course was... the Wu Clan.

Indeed, the Demon Clan also consumed the Wu Clan, just as the Wu Clan would likewise feed upon the Demon Clan.

Therefore, the struggle for supremacy between the two races was fought not only over territory, but also over ingredients.

In the eyes of the demons, the tiny human race was just like a peanut—minuscule and incapable of filling one's belly, but possessing a decent flavor, suitable only as a novelty to be tasted.

Seeing him still speaking of this matter with lingering relish, Luo Zu felt a surge of irritation. Although he knew this scoundrel was deliberately trying to provoke his anger, Luo Zu still inflicted a few more cuts upon his divine soul.

"Hahaha, you humans deserve nothing more than to be food for our Demon Clan. Food!" His divine soul was pinned firmly in the void by Luo Zu's spiritual sense transformed into jagged daggers, forced to assume various shapes before being carved away by knives and hacked by axes. Small blades sliced across his body, peeling away his divine soul piece by piece.

To tell the truth, the Demon Clan of the Primordial Era had already developed a highly sophisticated and self-consistent dietary philosophy. As long as a creature was recognized by the Heavenly Court as part of the same kind, they would not consume it. However, toward intelligent beings not yet recognized by the Heavenly Court, they felt no trace of sympathy—to eat them was simply to eat them. They would even record them in books, documenting the delicious flesh and divine soul essences of non-demon races.

Some races had even developed unique spiritual cultivation civilizations, which the demons would actively help foster until they reached their peak, only to harvest them entirely. In doing so, they consumed the essence of that race's cultivation civilization. This was an extremely high-end way of feeding, one that ordinary demons could not achieve, leaving it within the capabilities of only Demon Profound Immortals.

Consequently, a chain of disdain existed even among demon gourmands...

However, upon attaining immortality, most survived by consuming primordial qi or refining elixirs, rarely partaking of flesh and blood. Most demons originated from the vast Primordial Land, and those possessing innate intelligence upon birth accounted for only one in ten thousand. Huang Liulang was one such exception, yet this did not mean that those born with innate intelligence were necessarily stronger than wild-born demons. Cultivation still relied primarily on acquired effort and natural talent.

Naturally, wisdom remained the most crucial factor of all.

Luo Zu made no attempt to suppress his fury, channeling all his rage into punishing this villain, whereupon the intensity of the torture escalated, and intelligence flowed to Luo Zu like a gushing spring.

After synthesizing this intelligence, he gained a broader understanding of the world beyond these mountains and wildernesses.

The tribe that kept humans in captivity was called Chuxiong. Their leader was comparable to a heavenly demon god, commanding five hundred and eighty-six million demons under his banner, along with thirty-six smaller demon branches comprising another one hundred and sixty million demons. Thus, such a mega-sized demon tribe could probably only be dealt with by a Great Wu tribe, leaving Luo Zu with a heart full of fury yet completely unable to vent it upon this tribe.

"Vile human, you are only fit to be my food." Huang Liulang, whose form had been scattered by Luo Zu's torture, was still putting up a stubborn front.

Of course, his stubborn front was merely intended to provoke Luo Zu into finishing him off quickly and sending him to his death.

Yet at this moment, Luo Zu restrained his anger, refusing to be provoked by him.

The blades had not yet done enough work; how could he possibly allow him to have his soul scattered now? Therefore, he intensified the punishment further.

Besides, possessing only a divine soul now, he had no possibility of falling unconscious and could only endure this endless suffering.

Luo Zu next inquired about another matter: what exactly was the relationship between Goddess Nüwa and the Demon Clan, and moreover, whether they were aware that Goddess Nüwa had created the human race.

"Goddess... Nüwa?" He seemed unfamiliar with this prominent figure who should have been renowned throughout the Primordial Era.

Then again, Nüwa's renown across the Primordial Era might simply have been Luo Zu's wishful thinking. After all, the Primordial Era was immensely vast, and Goddess Nüwa was not a deity fond of showing off, nor had she established any grand factions; it was entirely normal for her to remain unknown.

Could it be that Goddess Nüwa had no connection to the Demon Clan after all?

"Are you referring to Her Majesty the Empress of Wa?" Huang Liulang said, changing his tune. In his daze, his soul and body seemed on the verge of shattering.

Luo Zu channeled a stream of spiritual qi into him, stabilizing his soul and body.

"What Empress of Wa?" Luo Zu was naturally puzzled.

Thereupon, Huang Liulang explained the structure of the Demon Heavenly Court, featuring the Three Sovereigns and One Emperor.

However, as he explained these things, Luo Zu prudently restrained his divine soul, preventing his words from mentioning the true names of those supreme beings. Otherwise, their awareness might descend upon this place, and Luo Zu would be utterly doomed.

Seeing Luo Zu act with such timidity, Huang Liulang let out a bold, reckless laugh: "The Three Sovereigns and the Heavenly Emperor have myriad affairs to attend to; how would they have the leisure to bother with a tiny insect like you? If chanting one of their names could provoke a reaction from them, then goodness knows how many demons in this world would be constantly offering reverent prayers to them right then and there!"

Listening to his words, he seemed to harbor deep resentment toward the Heavenly Court.

When Luo Zu brought this up, he made no attempt to conceal it, answering with reckless abandon: "When my parents died, I prayed devoutly. When my eldest and second brothers died, I prayed devoutly. Now that it is my turn, I pray day and night as well, but... where is the response?! Not a single one! None! Absolutely none!!"

He had become deranged.

His hatred toward Luo Zu had actually been transferred to the Three Sovereigns and One Emperor of the Heavenly Court.

Nevertheless, such a bizarre psychological state was quite worthy of study.

Even so, Luo Zu was still not going to spare this scoundrel's life for this reason, considering the numerous humans he had harmed and devoured.

"You needn't be in such a rush; soon enough, you'll be coming to keep me company. Soon, soon, soon!" He suddenly burst into loud laughter once more.

"Could it be that your dead parents are going to rise from the dead and kill me?" Luo Zu mocked.

The fractured features of his soul wore a look of disdainful sneering, yet he refused to answer this question any further.

Even when Luo Zu whipped his divine soul until it was on the verge of destruction, he did not utter another word.

In the end, Luo Zu ceased the waving of his spiritual consciousness whip and stopped bombarding him with storms of spiritual qi, choosing instead to suppress him with a Dao talisman before withdrawing his consciousness back to the Primordial World.

He had harvested a considerable amount of intelligence and needed to sort through it carefully.

As for how to deal with Huang Liulang, he would wait until that final piece of intelligence was squeezed out before ending his life once and for all.