In an effort to keep his life, Li Zong screamed his terms out wildly, "No! Flesh and Blood Progenitor, I consent! Let the Temple of Flesh and Blood be the state religion of the Jing Dynasty! Stop, stop now! I will help you spread it. I am a demon god, and I know a great many of the demon race's secrets..."

However, it was too late. Lu Changsheng knew a demon god was not a thing he could ever hold control over, and what couldn't be controlled gets killed. The tide was running his way in any case, so a demon god was of no further use to him.

After all, he would only get in the temple's way.

Six tenths… Seven... Eight... Nine. In the end, every scrap of Li Zong's flesh was devoured, and his aura went out entirely.

A mighty demon god and a mighty ancient demon, the pillar that held the whole Jing Dynasty steady, had died in front of every watching eye with...