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An injured Demon God Emperor? Upon hearing Long Xingyu mention this, the three ancestors who remained within Bai Yue’s divine consciousness to protect her were none other than the Supreme Elders Three, Four, and Five.

Elder Three looked at Elder Four with great interest and teased, “Old Four, isn’t that cowardly Demon God Emperor of his just a reference to you?”

Elder Four’s expression darkened, but since the one teasing him was his own father, he could only suppress his anger. Elder Five, standing beside them, grinned toothily, enjoying the spectacle, only to be slapped on the forehead by the frustrated Elder Four.

“Stop sneaking a laugh! You don’t even let your own father enjoy the fun!”

Elder Five pouted with a troubled face, feeling wronged. “I knew I’d be bullied. If Elder Six were here, I wouldn’t be the one having it the worst.”

Elder Three, annoyed, gave Elder Four a kick. “Always bullying the kid. If you hadn’t failed to lead by example, Elder Five wouldn’t have become the first Demon God Emperor to abdicate in less than five hundred years.”

“Who told him to fall in love with a human spy and give his heart away? I’ve never seen such a foolish demon!” Elder Four couldn’t help but complain.

“Look at Elder Seven. Sure, he’s a love-struck fool, but he hasn’t neglected the big picture. He fathered the Mother of Destiny and broke through to the demigod realm himself. If it weren’t for Yue’er, we’d still be trapped inside the Defiant Demon Dragon Pillar, unable to escape!”

While Long Xingyu rambled on about the heroic deeds of the Knights’ Sanctuary in the war between humans and demons, Bai Yue perked up, attentively listening to the elders gossiping about each other’s past.

This was far more entertaining than Long Xingyu’s lectures. Yet she wondered what kind of human spy her great-grandfather had fallen for that caused him to perish within five hundred years of ascending the throne.

That secret she could ask her father about when she returned; he surely knew.

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Long Xingchen grew drowsy listening to Long Xingyu’s long discourse. This information had been repeated many times over the past year by Instructor Balza, who taught the history of the Knights’ Sanctuary.

He tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, determined not to fall asleep during his father’s lecture, although it felt as soporific as his mother’s lullabies.

“Long Xingchen, were you paying attention to what I just said?” Long Xingyu shouted, noticing his son’s distraction.

“Dad, you said ordinary people’s innate spiritual power doesn’t exceed ten, so it’s very difficult for them to break through to become a knight, let alone a great knight,” Long Xingchen replied, startled but repeating his father’s words.

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Hearing his son’s answer, Long Xingyu’s expression softened somewhat.

“Xingchen, I’m about to perform your sacred awakening. You may feel some pain during the process, but you must endure it. If you give up halfway, your life will be at risk.”

Long Xingyu melted the awakening stone with his spiritual power and infused it into Long Xingchen’s body. A pillar of golden light erupted above his head, rapidly rising to over fifty.

Long Xingchen let out a comfortable moan. Contrary to his father’s warning, he felt no pain—only a warm, soothing sensation, as if being embraced by his mother.

Long Xingyu stared in shock at the light pillar, murmuring, “Sixty, seventy, eighty... it’s still rising.”

Yet after reaching eighty, the pillar’s growth slowed considerably, no longer surging as before.

Clenching his fists, Long Xingyu fixed his gaze on his son’s closed eyes.

He could not comprehend how Long Xingchen’s innate spiritual power could align so perfectly with the light attribute, allowing such a high baseline.

At this rate, it would reach ninety points—the mark of the “Son of Light” constitution.

When it passed ninety, Long Xingyu seemed to glimpse a hope of slaying the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu.

In the end, the pillar stopped at ninety-seven points, and all the golden light merged into Long Xingchen’s body, restoring calm.

Bai Yue had long known of Long Xingchen’s talent but feigned surprise to avoid arousing Long Xingyu’s suspicion. “Xingyu, our son’s innate spiritual power is ninety-seven points. Doesn’t that make him the prodigy you mentioned? He’s even more gifted than you were.”

“Xingchen is the Son of Light by nature, truly exceptional. But remember, with greater talent comes greater responsibility,” Long Xingyu seized the moment to instill his ideology.

“The demon race is the enemy of the Sanctuary Alliance. They kill mercilessly; every year countless innocent civilians perish at the hands of their soldiers. The mastermind behind all this is the Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu.”

“With your talent, given time, you could grow to rival the legendary predecessors of the Light’s Blessing and the Reincarnation Son, confronting the Demon God Emperor directly, even wounding or slaying him.”

Hatred laced every word Long Xingyu spoke; his loathing for the demon race was etched into his very bones. His resolve to nurture Long Xingchen was fueled by the hope that one day on the battlefield, Feng Xiu and Long Xingchen would face each other in deadly combat. When that moment came, Long Xingyu would reveal Long Xingchen’s identity, making it a blessing for the Sanctuary Alliance if Feng Xiu killed or was wounded by his own son.

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Bai Yue lowered her gaze, silently deciding she would confront her son that very night. If Long Xingyu wished for father and son to tear each other apart, he dreamed too beautifully.

Previously, Long Xingchen lived in the depths of her heart, but he was barely two and a half years old then, with memories too vague. Feng Xiu feared it might disrupt Bai Yue’s plans and never revealed his true identity to Long Xingchen during their time together.

Long Xingchen nodded blankly and replied, “I understand, Dad.”

Yet deep in his small mind was a great confusion—he planned to ask his mother for answers when his father was not around.

Having completed Long Xingchen’s sacred awakening, Long Xingyu hurried away, needing to report his son’s Son of Light status to the Knights’ Sanctuary.

Before leaving, he wanted Bai Yue to come with him, but she refused, saying Long Xingchen was too young and couldn’t be parted from his mother.

Thinking he would return soon, Long Xingyu did not press the matter.

What he did not know was that this departure would be his last visit to Odin Town. Halfway there, he was intercepted by Anan, a demon lying in wait.

Anan, seeing Long Xingyu helpless and disoriented within his domain, brought out tea, snacks, and a recliner, preparing for a protracted battle.

Princess Yue had ordered him to trap Long Xingyu but without harming him, showing she did not want to see him again.

Anan reluctantly chose this method to ensure Long Xingyu could not escape.

The world presumed Anan was a simple-minded, brawny berserker demon, only capable of fighting. Yet he was the demon race’s foremost master of formation magic.

Setting up a ninth-tier advanced maze to trap Long Xingyu within his domain was effortless for Anan.