"You, you... you there, and you! Follow !"
The Demon Monarch extended a hand and pointed, casting streaks of Demonic Qi that landed on a hundred Demon Kings.
"I've been chosen!"
"I've been chosen as well."
"Haha, the Demon Consort really focuses on cultivating her underlings, never stingy with her own people. As long as you have potential, have talent, following the Demon Consort ans boundless prospects on the demon path."
"The Taichu Foreign Affairs Hall is one of the wealthiest halls, with a trendous tilt of Sect resources. Following the Demon Consort might even lead to the attainnt of the Demon Emperor title."
Many of the selected Demon Kings excitedly conversed with one another.
Yang Ji, feeling the Demonic Qi on his shoulder, also cracked a slight smile, knowing that, with his three perfected Great Divine Skills, his selection was not surprising.
"Co with to the Demon Bell for testing!" The Demon Monarch was a decisive person, with no ti for idle chatter, and she promptly led everyone toward the colossal palace floating above the cluster of smaller palaces.
They quickly entered a dark room, spacious inside, with the walls forming a curved arc, covered with countless mysterious black runes.
Yang Ji knew that he had arrived inside the Demon Consort's Supre Demonic Artifact, the Demon Bell!
He glanced at the wall of the bell, and information imdiately appeared[Semi-Demon Instrunt!]
"A Semi-Demon Instrunt, equivalent to a Semi-Immortal Instrunt? No wonder the Demon Consort wouldn't trust a person recomnded by a Demon God; she prefers to test with a Demonic Artifact for trustworthiness. This Semi-Demon Instrunt is far more powerful than the sight of a Demon God—its detection is more accurate.
The Demon Consort, daughter of a Demon Realm magnate, truly possesses profound resources to have such a powerful Magical Treasure."
Yang Ji felt a chill in his heart.
If a True Demon Instrunt could detect his transformation within the ti it takes for an incense stick to burn, he wondered whether this Semi-Demon Instrunt could also detect him.
For a mont, a hint of trepidation stirred within him, but he quickly suppressed it.
He knew that fluctuations in the heart were taboo, and with a resolute mindset on becoming an Immortal, he swiftly returned to calmness.
At that mont, the endless Demon Runes on the inner wall of the Demon Bell suddenly lit up, casting beams of blue netherworld light that enveloped the gathered Demon Kings.
Yang Ji only felt a mysterious force flowing through his body, perating his flesh, bones, and Primordial Spirit, leaving no part untouched, penetrating layer by layer, inspecting thoroughly as if plowing the land back and forth.
At the sa ti, the Great Transformation Talisman fused within him also activated, conjuring all sorts of changes to confound the detection of the Demon Bell.
This was a confrontation between Great Dao Principles.
The duration of the test exceeded Yang Ji's expectations, lasting a full day and night.
In the end, the Great Transformation Talisman proved to be more profound. Worthy of being a Supre Talisman ticulously crafted by the Myriad Phantom Immortal, it held infinite variations of Dao Principles, deceiving the heavens and slipping past the Demon Bell's scrutiny.
The next day, the netherworld light abruptly retracted, and the Demon Runes completely subdued.
Yang Ji knew he had passed the test, and he could not help but exhale a sigh of relief.
In comparison, the other Demon Kings seed more composed, occasionally chatting and laughing, envisioning grand plans, because they were Heavenly Demons and knew they would surely pass the test.
"You all may co out now and follow soone to receive your Identity Tokens. From now on, you are disciples of the Taichu Foreign Affairs Hall," the voice of the Demon Monarch conveyed from outside.
The Demon Kings rejoiced and filed out one after another.
"Hei Sha, you stay behind and accompany to et the Demon Consort," the Demon Monarch suddenly said, stopping Yang Ji.
"To et the Demon Consort?" The other Demon Kings couldn't help but look at Yang Ji with complex expressions, unsure whether to feel envy or jealousy.
"Yes, my lord," replied Yang Ji, his expression pausing slightly in surprise, but he quickly responded.
The Demon Monarch led the way ahead, with Yang Ji closely following, and soon they arrived in front of a magnificent hall.
"You may enter," the Demon Monarch indicated.
Yang Ji nodded and walked in slowly.
The hall was extrely vast, twenty zhang in height and thirty zhang in width, its interior dark and unlit, reminiscent of nightfall, giving an oppressive, suffocating sensation.
Vaguely, at the upper end, there sat a figure, high above, with both hands pressing down on the King's Throne, gathering supre aura which held sway over the entire hall, akin to the Dominator of heaven and earth, majestic and distinguished.
Walking in the imnse hall, Yang Ji appeared all the more insignificant.
With each step, he felt invisible pressure coming from all directions.
Yang Ji knew the Demon Consort was establishing her supre authority over him, also testing him.
But what hadn't he seen? From the Red Dust Immortal to Dao Yi's disciples and true inheritors, even a Demon Lord had died before his eyes.
Although the Demon Consort's aura was supre and overwhelming, able to subdue others, she could not subdue him.
However, Yang Ji understood that at this mont, he was not "Yang Ji," but Hei Sha.
Yet, he could not appear too compliant; the Demon Consort had summoned him alone clearly because she did not wish to see a genius devoid of spirit and a submissive underling.
Yang Ji made up his mind, stepping forward slowly but firmly, approaching the Demon Consort.
As he walked, his posture was erect, steady and unflinching. When he drew near, his expression unchanged, he bowed and said, "Hei Sha greets the Demon Consort!"
The Demon Consort did not reply, and the atmosphere grew even more tense.
After thirty breaths, she finally spoke coldly, "Rise."
"Thank you, Demon Consort!" Yang Ji ntally exhaled and, as he rose, discreetly evaporated the beads of cold sweat at his temples with his magical power.
These subtle movents were well concealed, but the Demon Consort, an exceptional individual, instantly noticed his actions.
Only then did the words[Satisfied]and[Not bad]appear above her head.
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