The six demonic emperors had already received the invitations from the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace.
In the invitations, the four sword masters had jointly invited the six demonic emperors to participate in the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace's first grand event in tens of thousands of years.
Not only the strongest dragon warrior, Wang Chen, but also the reincarnation of the Sword Spirit Emperor, Lingxi, were all top notch figures in the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace.
Only their wedding had the weight to invite the six demonic emperors to attend.
The six demonic emperors had sought the Desolation Emperor's approval, and had already expressed to the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace's envoy that they would attend together.
Mo Xiaolang had been standing beside them at that time, watching the six demonic emperors accept the invitations.
He had not said anything at that time, because the Desolation Emperor did not like him leaving the Desolation Emperor Palace. The last time Mo Xiaolang had left, the Desolation Emperor had sent Swallow Moon to bring him back, and there had been no room for negotiation.
The Desolation Emperor had given Mo Xiaolang the task of reaching the third tier of the Nirvana Tribulation within a year, with a large amount of resources provided by the Desolation Emperor. Only then could he do other things.
Because of this, Mo Xiaolang had worked exceptionally hard, taking the risk to devour the Thunderfire Emperor's Dragonfire before the fifteenth of the eighth month, and narrowly passing the third tier of the Nirvana Tribulation.
At this moment, he could finally voice his thoughts and requests to the Desolation Emperor.
The Desolation Emperor had descended, and everyone knelt in awe.
He was the most mysterious person in the Three Regions and Nine Realms. He was even more mysterious than the Sword Soul Emperor and the Zhenwu Great Emperor. Even the Demon Clan didn't know what the Desolation Emperor's true form was. No one had even seen his true appearance. They could only sense his existence in the mirror.
A frightening existence.
The previous Desolation Emperor had not been like this. Moreover, after becoming an Emperor Lord, after passing through multiple Nirvana Tribulations, there would be a time limit of a thousand years, and they would die. Their total term would not exceed ten thousand years.
Moreover, their true forms were not a secret.
But the current Desolation Emperor had been in power for tens of thousands of years, and had always been so mysterious.
He must have an even more miraculous method to delay the Nirvana Tribulation. Otherwise, with such a long period of time, with a Nirvana Tribulation descending every thousand years, he would have become a god by now.
It was because of this long lifespan that all the Demon Race worshipped the Desolation Emperor as a god.
As long as the Barren Emperor was around, no one dared to invade the Barren Imperial District.
The Desolation Emperor Domain was the undisputed number one force in the Three Regions and Nine Realms. Only the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace and the True Martial Emperor Palace could compete with the Desolation Emperor Palace.
The Four Great Sword Masters and the Three Martial Honorables added up to a total of seven people, only one more than the Six Great Demonic Emperors.
"Everyone, please rise." The Desolation Emperor's voice sounded very young, almost the same age as Mo Xiaolang.
He did not exude any awe-inspiring might, and his voice sounded especially easygoing. However, when everyone recalled the deeds of the Desolation Great Emperor, even if he was very easygoing, their hearts were filled with deep reverence.
Everyone stood up.
"Emperor, the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace's invitation is on the fifteenth of August. It seems that there is only a little more than a month left. We will set off for the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace in a few days. Is that okay?"
Among the six great Demonic Emperors, one wore a long golden robe, had a head of pitch-black hair, and was handsome. What left the deepest impression were his golden eyes and his tall, sharp nose.
This person was the Kunpeng Demonic Emperor.
"Sure," the man in the bronze mirror replied casually.
After a while, he added, "We should stay out of the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace's business. It seems like the True Martial Emperor Palace has some conflicts with them. It's been a long time since I last saw the internal conflicts of the human race. Let's just sit back and watch the tigers fight."
Fight?
The six great Demonic Emperors thought that it might be because of the True Martial Emperor Palace's Saint Martial Emperor.
They subconsciously looked at Mo Xiaolang.
In the Desolate Emperor Palace, Mo Xiaolang's status was similar to that of the six great Demonic Emperors. He was the most prominent figure of the Desolate Emperor Palace's younger generation and was deeply favored by the Emperor. However, there was one thing that the Demonic Race didn't like: Mo Xiaolang attached too much importance to his relationship with Long Chen. He treated Long Chen as his big brother, and his loyalty to Long Chen was almost the same as his loyalty to the Desolate Emperor Palace. On the other hand, Long Chen was from the True Martial Emperor Palace and held a high position.
Didn't this mean that the Desolate Emperor Palace was inferior to the True Martial Emperor Palace?
If in the distant future, Mo Xiaolang and Long Chen both became Emperor Emperors, and Mo Xiaolang treated Long Chen as his big brother, wouldn't that be even worse?
One had to know that the Desolate Emperor Palace was the number one power. The Demonic Race was arrogant and unruly. They couldn't possibly submit to a human.
This was not only what the six great Demonic Emperors were conflicted about, but also what all the higher-ups of the Demonic Race were conflicted about.
Mo Xiaolang had a bad premonition.
The Desolate Emperor clearly didn't want him to help Long Chen.
At this time, the Desolate Emperor's attention was on Mo Xiaolang. He revealed a look of approval and said, "To be honest, I didn't expect you to succeed this time. You took six months less than I planned."
Mo Xiaolang was actually very grateful to the Desolate Emperor.
He was an Imperial Prince, and an Imperial Prince was different from the Sacred Martial Emperor. The Sacred Martial Emperor was a position, while the Imperial Prince represented Mo Xiaolang, the Desolate Emperor's adopted son.
Therefore, he had to address the Desolate Emperor as father.
Without the Desolate Emperor, there wouldn't be the Mo Xiaolang of today. Mo Xiaolang addressed the Desolate Emperor as his adopted father sincerely.
Since a long time ago, the Desolate Emperor had become the second most important person in his heart.
Mo Xiaolang said sincerely, "Everything about Xiao Lang was created by my adoptive father. I was able to pass through the third Nirvana Tribulation Realm because of my adoptive father. He also guided me in the direction of the Thunderfire Emperor's Dragon Fire. My understanding of the Heavenly Dao also came from my adoptive father's guidance."
Hearing this, the Desolate Emperor chuckled.
Although the Desolate Emperor was very amiable, no one was the least bit casual. The Beast God Hall was a solemn hall.
Ever since his identity was discovered and he was sent to the Desolate Emperor, Mo Xiaolang began a life of forceful advancement under the Desolate Emperor's arrangements.
The Desolation Grand Emperor had gathered all the Nine Nether Demonic Ancestral Flame for him, used hundreds of immortal essences, and the Nine Colored Lightning Array to refine his body. He had also given him an endless supply of Deviant Flames to devour, the fiercest of which was the Thunderfire Emperor's Dragon Fire.
Without the Desolate Emperor, no matter how talented Mo Xiaolang was, he wouldn't be where he was today without these resources.
In theory, Long Chen made him strong in the first half, and the latter half was all because of the Desolate Emperor's love.
Everyone knew that the Desolate Emperor truly treated Mo Xiaolang as a prince. "It's all because of your own hard work.
Next, you'll devour all the divine flames in the Desolate Emperor Region. It just so happens that your Heavenly Dao cultivation won't be able to keep up. From today onwards, carefully study the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao is vast and boundless, and your Dao of Flame and Devouring aren't easy. Cultivating the Heavenly Dao isn't like devouring divine flames. It requires a lot of time, so you have to be prepared to spend a hundred or even a thousand times more time cultivating. "
"Remember, your talent has made your cultivation path too smooth. You need to calm down and properly digest what you've obtained …"
This was the first time the Desolate Emperor had said so much in front of everyone.
Mo Xiaolang nodded, "Xiao Lang will listen to your teachings. I won't slack off."
Hearing this, the Desolate Emperor laughed with satisfaction. His laughter was like a clear spring.
He had finished speaking. At that moment, the phantom on the bronze mirror gradually disappeared.
Mo Xiaolang quickly said, "Godfather, please wait. Xiao Lang has something to ask of you."
The fading black shadow gradually solidified. The Desolate Emperor's voice calmed down and asked, "What is it?"
Mo Xiaolang gritted his teeth and said, "Father, the fifteenth of the eighth month is an important day for my sworn brother, Long Chen. I once promised him that I would fight alongside him on this day. This has been our long-cherished wish for the past ten years. Our brotherhood is greater than the heavens and earth. Xiaolang is a loyal and righteous person. Big Brother has shown me great kindness. Now that I have obtained this opportunity, the six Demonic Beast Sovereigns will be heading towards the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace soon. Xiaolang, please allow Xiaolang to fulfill the vow that I have made previously."
With that, he knelt on the ground.
He was filled with gratitude towards the Desolate Emperor, but towards Long Chen, his brotherly bond was even deeper.
The Beast God Great Hall suddenly became silent after these words were spoken.
The Desolate Emperor's silence seemed to be getting longer and longer.
Mo Xiaolang didn't dare to raise his head, because he was afraid of seeing the Desolate Emperor's dissatisfied expression.
But some things couldn't escape even if he didn't raise his head.
After a while, the Desolate Emperor's slightly stern voice resounded throughout the Beast God Hall.
"This is a grudge between the True Martial Emperor Palace and the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace. It is not convenient for the demonic beast race to participate in the battle between the humans. As the demonic beast race's prince, your identity is too important. You cannot go or even fight. Therefore, I cannot agree to this request."
Hearing this, Mo Xiaolang felt as though he was struck by lightning.
He suddenly became agitated and raised his head, shouting, "Godfather, Xiao Lang only has one brother in his life. We have fought side by side, through life and death, and never left each other. That day is the most important day for him, and I made a promise to fight alongside him. Does Godfather want Xiao Lang to be a heartless, unjust, and untrustworthy person?"
Seeing that the two of them actually had a conflict, everyone kept quiet out of fear.
The six demonic beast emperors looked on coldly. They roughly knew what the Desolate Emperor was thinking.