My Core is the Boss-Chapter 127.2: Within Myriad Demon Gate - Memories of the Past
Ten years passed in a flash.
Liu Gaoda stood within the depths of the Demon Cavern. Killing aura drenched his crimson robe drenched in killing aura, while irritation marred his face.
He scowled. "What kind of damned Demon Cavern is this? There isn't even a single demon left?"
Now, he held great power within the palace. When the rebellion erupted a decade ago, he had stepped forward without hesitation, and won the Blood Master's favor.
A nearby Supreme flattered Liu Gaoda, "How unfortunate, Brother Liu! There seems to be nothing here. Let's check the next cavern."
Even though the man was a mid-stage Supreme, whereas Liu Gaoda was only at the early stage.
Over the years, the Blood Palace had expanded without end, joined by many Supremes. The northern old demons were either dead, or had swallowed their pride and entered the Blood Palace. That alone spoke volumes of how terrifying the Blood Palace had become. It made up for its lack of powerhouses with an overwhelming number of Supremes.
Once, a Northern Great Supreme had insulted the Blood Master. That very night, three thousand, blood-red-robed Supremes marched to the North. First, they played a mournful tune on their suonas, then beat the Great Supreme to death.
Since that day, all the mighty Great Supremes learned to hold their tongues. They even warned their juniors never to act recklessly, for fear of offending the legendary Blood Master.
The world trembled. Who did not know of the Blood Palace? His legend spread throughout the lands. The Blood Palace grew stronger by the day, swallowing the entire Northern Region.
Countless Demon Caverns fell into its hands. Every day, endless streams of demon spawns were sent into the palace's underworld.
What were once terrifying demon spawns were now cultivation trophies for the Supremes.
In the past, no matter how many were slain, the demon spawns seemed endless. Now, the Supremes complained they couldn't even grab one, they were all taken!
Fights even broke out among Supremes over who got which cavern and demon spawn quotas.
Having accepted the surrender of the Northern Supremes, Liu Gaoda led his forces here in search of yet another Demon Cavern.
He sighed helplessly. "Don't tell me the next cavern is empty too?"
A mid-stage Supreme replied, "It shouldn't be. A Great Supreme is cultivating there, he is one of the Supreme One's most trusted followers!"
The Supreme One and the White Supreme had vanished without a trace. Only the Great Supremes knew where they were. With them gone, the world fully belonged to the Blood Master.
Liu Gaoda frowned. "The Supreme One's most trusted follower, could it be the Demon Crocodile?"
The mid-stage Supreme replied, "No. It's another one, he is the highest commander of the North in the North South Pact."
Liu Gaoda's eyes lit up, filled with complex emotion.
Once, that North South Pact had been hailed as the battle that destroyed the South. And now, he found himself deep in the Northern Land—in the very territory of its highest commander.
Liu Gaoda waved his hand and commanded, "Let's go!"
***
In the Blood Sea Demon Cavern.
A terrifying figure opened his eyes, frowning. "Strange, why have the demon spawns in this cave decreased so much?"
Even though demon spawns represented fear, to Great Supremes, they were simply cultivation resources. Refining them could strengthen spiritual engravings.
Great Supreme Mo Shi flicked his sleeve angrily and muttered, "Before entering seclusion, I clearly ordered them to replenish the demon spawns regularly. How could they've forgotten? Outrageous!"
He had cultivated for thirty years, yielding abundant results. In fact, he should've emerged when it was time for the northern forces to strike the southern lands. But alas, he was forced to come out early. How could he not be furious?
He stormed out of the cavern. Then, his eyes narrowed. "Hm? Where is everyone?"
Normally, when he emerged from seclusion, dozens of Supremes would gather to welcome his return. Instead, everything was silent. Not a single Supreme was in sight, not even a Mythwalker.
Where has everyone gone?
Puzzled, he shouted, "Meng Hu! Tong Xiu! Where are you?"
His voice echoed across the land, yet no one responded. A strange thought came to his mind. Could it be...?
Just then, someone replied, "Great Supreme Mo Shi, you've finally awakened!"
Mo Shi turned to see someone approaching. He asked in confusion, "Great Supreme Peng Lai, what's going on?"
Peng Lai hurriedly replied, "Don't ask! A great figure from the Blood Palace will arrive soon, we must welcome them!"
Mo Shi was puzzled. "Blood Palace? Is that a new faction created by the Supreme One?"
"No! The Blood Palace was founded by the Blood Master of the City of No Return in the South!"
Mo Shi's eyes glinted murderously. "The South? A southern force dares come to my North?"
Peng Lai trembled. "Restrain your killing intent! You must not offend them!"
Everyone knew the world now belonged to the Blood Palace.
Mo Shi was bewildered. "Explain. What in the world is going on?"
"The Blood Palace was founded by the Blood Master. He commands thirty thousand Supremes."
Mo Shi couldn't believe his ears. "... What did you say?"
The North South Pact had involved only a few thousand Supremes in total. Out of nowhere, a new faction with thirty thousand had emerged?
Absurd!
Peng Lai replied solemnly, "It's true! Don't offend them! A few years ago, Great Supreme Wu Zui mocked the Blood Master. The Blood Palace sent three thousand blood-red robed Supremes and beat him to death!"
Mo Shi recalled the unrestrained Wu Zui. Now, he felt as if he had awakened in another world.
"You're certain?" he asked.
"Without a doubt."
"How long was I in seclusion? A thousand years?"
"You've been in seclusion for twenty-nine years."
"..."
Peng Lai urged. "Now hurry, we must prepare to welcome the Blood Palace emissaries."
"But I'm the supreme commander of the North!"
"The North is gone. Even the Supreme One has vanished. What use is a supreme commander now?"
***
In the Myriad Demon Gate.
In a barren wasteland stood an underground fortress, one of the hidden bases in the Flowing Wind World.
Within it, the White Supreme's avatar appeared extremely weak. He gazed wearily at the thirteen figures before him. "You've finally arrived."
Over the years, he had guided the Thirteen Northern Demons into the Myriad Demon Gate. Nevertheless, there were endless battles inside, and the dangers were immeasurable. The White Supreme had spent tremendous effort and endured countless hardships just to bring all thirteen here.
He Wu looked at the White Supreme with deep respect. Ning Tao, however, seemed relieved. Only the White Supreme could command such trust from He Wu. She gripped her chain, lost in thoughts.
The rest of the Thirteen Northern Demons stared at the White Supreme, puzzled or curious.
Ling Yayi, elegant and refined, asked gently, "White Supreme, why have you gathered us here? Is it true that you can explain the demon mark on our faces?"
Born as demons, they had all suffered greatly.
The White Supreme stared at them with a trace of nostalgia. "Tens of thousands of years ago, all of you were my junior brothers and sisters."
Everyone's expressions shifted dramatically. Some seemed completely confused. His claim was too absurd.
Tens of thousands of years ago, they hadn't even been born. Reincarnation was not a realm Supremes could touch.
The White Supreme swept his gaze over them, then took out a mirror. "This is the Myriad Demon Mirror. Within it, you may find your answers."
The mirror shattered into thirteen fragments, each shard landing in someone's hand.
Ning Tao held her fragment with a complex expression. "White Supreme, ten thousand years ago, did I have a dao companion?"
He shook his head. "I can no longer tell who is who."
The others exchanged looks. Everything felt strang, but the White Supreme had no reason to deceive them. Even if he did, what could they do?
White Supreme then explained, "Within the mirror, you will see the memory most deeply engraved in your hearts, be it sorrow or joy."
Everyone looked into their mirrors.
Ning Tao grasped the chain tightly as she held the fragment. She glanced at the blood sphere, then looked into the mirror.
The scene shifted.
In the vast desert, a man in a blood-red robe walked across the sands, holding a broken sword. His face was blurred, as though hidden behind the clouds.
Just then, a delicate young girl appeared. Joy lit her face the moment she saw his robe. "Blood Drop!"
The man turned around. His voice was cold and distant. "Who are you?"
He saw nothing, as if speaking to empty air. Yet he clearly sensed someone's presence.
The girl anxiously mustered her words, "I..."
Suddenly, the man drew his sword. "All things in the world are meant to be forgotten. You mustn't appear here!"
With a single sword strike, the girl was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, crashing onto the ground.
Blood flowed, soaking her clothes red. She struggled, desperately reaching out and calling for him. However, the man simply kept walking forward. He didn't even look back.
"Blood Drop..."
The image froze.
Ning Tao gazed at the man in a blood-red robe with an indescribable expression. "Hehe..."
All Thirteen Northern Demons turned toward her mirror. Their own had not shown anything yet.
He Wu smirked. "Who would have thought the Palace Master of Skyheart Palace had such a past?"
Everyone present chuckled, teasing quietly among themselves. Only the White Supreme's eyes held a trace of sorrow and pity.
So, this is the Myriad Demon Dream? Was Master truly the Great Demon? And Canary, was she the demoness?
Ning Tao continued looking in the mirror without saying anything.
