Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1249, Brimming with Malevolent Aura

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

“The Demon Court is still teeming with experts…” Bosun couldn’t help but sigh in admiration, unable to hide the joy on his face.

[I genuinely believed that with the departure of most of the Demon Court’s elites, we’d be left with only a handful capable of holding the fort. But it seems the Demon Court still harbors crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Just the Tier-6s alone stand at four: Golden Monkey, Osmanthus, Slytherin… and of course, Junior Sister Shea.]

[Ah! And then there’s Zi Lian, a Void Emperor, quietly dwelling within the Void Space. That brings our count to five Overlords standing guard over the Demon Court. As for Half-Step Overlords, their numbers hover between seven and nine. Such strength… it might even eclipse the combined might of both the Angels and the Titans!]

[So… this is the Demon Court’s true strength, is it? Our foundation, it’s far beyond that of any typical top-tier Force. Even with the older generation having largely withdrawn, our power still remains unimaginable.]

In sheer joy, the corner of Boson’s lips inadvertently rose a little.

With a solid foundation like this, he was confident that he wouldn’t disappoint his Master or the others.

Even if he couldn’t expand the Demon Court’s territory, he would at least protect the Demon Court’s status as the top Force of the Western Sector.

*Hoo…* Taking a deep breath to calm his thoughts like his Master once taught him, Bosun followed Shea toward the inner hall of the side palace.

There, he could already sense the presence of many powerful auras.

He reckoned that they were the Demon Court’s current high command: the Ten Divine Beasts, the Three Prodigies, and the Four Marquises…

“Hopefully, we’ll get off to a good start.” He murmured, a rare glint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Then, he adjusted his robes and walked firmly toward the hall.

*Step… step…* With each footstep, shimmering illusions manifested around him.

A strange, indescribable aura radiated from him so much so that the powerhouses waiting inside the hall couldn’t help but have their expression change.

Simply because the approaching aura, even before he had fully stepped inside, was so deeply unsettling and utterly evil that it made their very Souls shudder.

This was Bosun, the Second Disciple of the Demon Emperor.

Now, at last, he had stepped into the public eye.

…

Six years passed in the blink of an eye.

And in this period, not only the Demon Court had not declined, but had grown even more fearsome.

Simply because, it was no longer merely an aloof and conservative Force. It now carried a distinct trace of malice.

It had become… Demonic, and all of this was because of its new helmsman, Bosun, the blood-haired young man of unknown origin, who reeked of an unholy evil.

Wearing a faint, unreadable smile, he appeared quite polite, refined, and almost gentlemanly.

And yet, this very man, with just a few well-chosen words, had expanded the Demon Court’s reach by an entire galaxy.

Now, even the Elemental Clan’s home galaxy was under the Demon Court’s control.

Strangely, neither the Titan Star Domain nor the Angel Star Domain voiced any opposition. In fact, they welcomed the shift with smiles.

No one knew what promises Bosun had made behind closed doors, but those with insight could see it clearly that the Demon Court had drawn closer to both the Titans and the Angels.

As for why Bosun’s methods were called sinister and Demonic?

It was simple: He welcomed all of the starry sky’s powerhouses with no discrimination.

Anyone willing to join the Demon Court was promised benefits.

Because of this, many beings with infamous reputations: be it ruthless or wicked, even cultivators of the forbidden path; had all joined the Demon Court, many now serving as Honored Guests.

And this… was only the beginning.

It seemed the new helmsman of the Demon Court had set his sights on even farther realms. The distant, undiscovered galaxies that had yet not been discovered by anyone.

…

“This Second Disciple of the Demon Emperor… he is clearly still very much immature compared to his Master,” murmured Seraphim, his eyes filled with thought.

“He may be Immature, but that innate wickedness of his… he doesn’t even try to hide it. Compared to the Demon Emperor, he may be even more suited to lead the Demon Court…” remarked Lan.

“Agreed.” Seraphim too nodded in acknowledgment.

The current Demon Court… was too extraordinary… and far too terrifying.

Unlike the Demon Emperor, who was reserved and unsettling like a shadow looming over the world, what the current Demon Court needed now was a true lord, one bold enough to carve new territory, to expand without restraint.

And the Demon Emperor’s Second Disciple had exactly that kind of momentum.

Though he tried to conceal it, anyone with discernment could see the ambition in his eyes, an ambition that would not be content with just one galaxy or two, but would continue to drive him to spread his reach ever farther and farther, to no end.

“So then… is he a blessing or a curse to us?” Archangel Michael asked curiously.

“Both,” Seraphim replied with a heavy sigh.

“The blessing is that this New Supreme Lord of the Demon Court has promised a tripartite rule over the Western Sector. However, the curse lies in his ambition. It may one day swell to the point he would devour even us…”

A hush fell over the gathered high-ranking Angels.

And this was the one thing that the Angel Clan feared the most. Not the power of the Demon Court but the ambition of its new ruler. If it were the former Demon Emperor, they would not be so uneasy. After all, the former Demon Emperor preferred diplomacy and soft tactics, but the Second Disciple of the Demon Emperor…

“…” The silence deepened further, and their expression grew dark and conflicted.

Then, as if remembering something, Lan suddenly said, “Right… not long ago, this New Supreme Lord of the Demon Court invited us for a talk. Something about the Shadow Clan.”

“He’s finally going to move against them?”

“Most likely. The Demon Court’s General, Slytherin, has already dealt the Shadow Clan a heavy blow. If he truly makes a move this time, the Shadow Clan may well vanish from the Myriad Races of the starry sky…”

Hearing this, Seraphim’s expression turned grave.

[Slytherin… Another Overlord. He just emerged from the Demon Court, from seemingly nowhere. And he is not just terrifying, even I, with all my power, isn’t confident that I can cross blows with Slytherin and like. His terror is beyond anything. And yet… such an overwhelmingly powerful existence… is only a General of the Demon Court!?]

*Hooo…* Seraphim couldn’t help but heave a sigh, as found himself increasingly awed and wary of the Demon Court’s terrifying strength.

[Who can possibly stop them?] Suppressing the unease in his chest, Seraphim finally spoke, “In a few days, I’ll go myself. I want to see what this new Supreme Lord of the Demon Court truly has up his sleeve.”

“Yes, Lord Seraphim.” In unison, the Angels bowed and responded with reverence. And at the same time, in the Titan Star Domain, a similar council had convened.

All of this was happening for one reason: The Demon Court had changed.

It was no longer the quiet, insular power of the past. It had become invasive.

Where once it was overly cautious and conservative, the current Demon Court was brimming with demonic aggression. It acted without warning, but its every move sent shockwaves through the stars.