Chapter 1561: Chapter 687: Truth Shocks! Kill ng Tuoluo!
On the night before leaving Rakshasa City.
The Little Rakshasa King suddenly invited Lanling for a walk, just the two of them.
This imdiately made Lanling shiver, this invitation felt filled with bromance vibes.
Lanling forced himself to endure the awkwardness and strolled with the Little Rakshasa King under the moonlight.
Although the Little Rakshasa King before him was incredibly handso, even more so than won, Lanling had no interest in n at all.
“Lanling, why do you wear such a face? Why don’t you reveal your true face, your true energy aura?” the Little Rakshasa King said. “Are you worried Sha Yan might truly fall in love with you?”
Lanling was montarily stunned, left speechless.
“I know your appearance and deanor; you should be a lady-killer among n,” said the Little Rakshasa King.
Lanling awkwardly said, “Your Highness the Crown Prince, discussing such topics between us is inappropriate, isn’t it?”
The Little Rakshasa King smiled slightly and said, “I was aware of your existence earlier than you think. After I ostensibly married Nini’an, I investigated you because she carried your energy aura.”
Lanling was stunned once more.
The Little Rakshasa King continued, “However, I chose to watch from the sidelines and did not disturb. But I never imagined that by not disturbing you, you would end up disturbing . So the ti we’ve been interacting is much earlier than I imagined.”
Lanling remained silent.
The Little Rakshasa King asked, “Lanling, what is your ideal? Not a goal, but an ideal.”
Lanling pondered for a while and realized he had no ideal.
Since arriving in this world, everything he had done was passive.
Seizing Tianshui City, helping Zhi Yan reclaim the throne, and so forth, were all responsibilities thrust upon him that originally didn’t belong to him.
And now, his goal of course was to unify the entire Demon Territory, then lead an army north to the Human Kingdom to destroy the Dragon Temple.
However, that was an act of revenge, not an ideal.
If one were to talk about an ideal, it should be traced back to his ti on Earth.
However, back on Earth, Lanling still didn’t have an ideal. He liked painting, liked playing the piano, but never wanted to beco a painter, nor wanted to beco a pianist, thinking both were too epheral.
His life goal was actually to earn enough money, marry his sister Lankou, have two children, and form a complete family.
“I suppose, I don’t have an ideal,” Lanling said.
The Little Rakshasa King said, “I do have an ideal.”
“What is it?” Lanling asked.
After so thought, the Little Rakshasa King said, “To revive the Demon civilization!”
Lanling was astonished; this subject was imnsely significant.
In the narrow sense, the ancient Demon Empire was a very glorious civilization, yet now the whole Demon Territory is fragnted, devolved into the Barbaric Wilderness.
Of course, the Human Kingdom was also primitive and backward, but the Dragon Emperor erged, unified the entire Human Kingdom, and founded a new civilization.
Even though, this civilization hadn’t yet truly shined with brilliance before being suppressed by the Dragon Temple.
But now, the Human Kingdom is indeed much more civilized compared to the Demon Territory.
And the Demon Territory is still in cultural darkness, an utter darkness from the perspective of civilization.
There’s a large hand constantly suppressing this world, and that is the Dragon Temple, especially the super-powerful and mysterious Dragon Temple on the moon.
It is the great mountain weighing on the whole world; without overthrowing it, neither the Demon nor Human civilization can thrive.
The Little Rakshasa King chuckled and said, “To put it in a very literary way, I yearn for the stars and sea, the future civilization of the Demon Race, even the entire world’s future civilization. More precisely, I hope the civilization of the whole world can evolve normally and completely transform the current dark world.”
Lanling was further astonished; this proposition was even greater.
“Since childhood, I’ve loved gazing at the starry sky, always wondering what those stars in the sky really have,” the Little Rakshasa King said. “So, no one knows what I’m thinking, and I have nothing to say to most people. Everyone says I’m a martial arts prodigy, yet… I spend very little ti practicing martial arts.”
This kind of statent would be extrely annoying back on Earth.
For example, so super-genius students never listen in class, don’t do howork, and yet always co first in exams, getting into Tsinghua University and Peking University with their eyes closed.
Undoubtedly, the Little Rakshasa King before him was also such a peerless martial arts prodigy.
“I spend most of my ti daydreaming, having aningless musings…” the Little Rakshasa King said. “But I don’t really need to train, and effortlessly beca the first; therefore, in terms of demonic blood talent, besides you, I probably haven’t seen anyone higher than .”
Once more, Lanling’s heart trembled as the Little Rakshasa King’s hint sank deeper.
“My ideal is to revive Demon civilization, to achieve world unity, to gaze at the starry sky, to follow the stars and sea!” the Little Rakshasa King said, “Specifying particular goals would be to unify the entire Demon Race, eliminate the Motuo Empire, and eradicate the Dragon Temple, the dark mountain over the entire world.”
Lanling said with a smile, “Your goal sounds quite similar to the Tiancha King’s.”
The Little Rakshasa King said, “The Tiancha King is incredibly, incredibly powerful, but he… is not the right person. Perhaps he could unify the Demon Empire, but he won’t be able to dislodge the Dragon Temple on the moon. So, I think this is my mission; only I can complete this great ideal.”
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