"But—"
"It's fine." The old male demon stood in front of Mo Tianshen and grabbed his shoulder. "Since that day, I had already decided that you would be my successor, but you disappeared without a trace, and I never knew that Mo Shentian had banished you to the Three Mortal Realms. If I had known about it, I wouldn't have given him my power. Since you've returned to this realm, I will give you my remaining strength. Although this strength won't help you ascend to the Demon God of our Celestial Demon Race, it can at least help you reach that stage faster. Once you successfully reach that stage, you must eliminate your brother and restore peace to our demon race."
"Demon God." Mo Tianshen kowtowed to the old male demon three times as a sign of respect. "I will accept your final strength, and I will use it to defeat my brother. I can't promise you anything about changes to our Celestial Demon Race, but I will bring peace back to the demon race."
