World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1263 - 560: Princess Nai’er? Make a fortune at the auction!

Her voice was incredibly cold, incredibly enchanting.

Filled with pride and magnetism, just hearing it could almost intoxicate a person.

The Demon King gazed mesmerized at this breathtakingly alluring face, and his dazed look was not driven by desire, but rather a deeper, more noble emotion.

According to the ancient secret techniques, he had finally succeeded.

At last, he had reshaped an ancient demon race member.

From her eyes, her hooves, and her uniquely enchanting beauty, even the wings on her back, none of these existed anywhere else in The Barbaric Wilderness.

Of course, there were flyers and the Winged Tribe among the demon’s descendants today. But, their wings are more like those of birds or bats, unlike the true wings of demons.

Real demon wings are more beautiful, more majestic, existing between flesh wings and energy bodies, just like this pair before his eyes.

"You are my daughter, Princess Emperor Di Yan!" the Demon King said.

Immediately, a shaman beside him flinched slightly, because the Demon King once had a daughter named Di Yan, but she died young due to a calamity, becoming the greatest sorrow of the Demon King’s heart.

Of course, here Di Yan is entirely a name, not a surname.

In the royal family of the Barbaric Wilderness, only one person has a surname, and that is the king!

Moreover, after becoming king, he no longer has a name, but solely enjoys the entire surname.

In the Motuo Empire of the Northern Barbaric Lands, ’Di’ is the imperial surname, and all the royal family surname is Di, such as Emperor Moda, Prince Dichacha, Princess Naxue, and so on.

Then, the Demon King suddenly sensed something was wrong.

For this ancient witch did not exhibit astonishing cultivation.

It shouldn’t be like this, should it? To make her incredibly powerful, he built the Dark Hall, summoned Dark Thunder, even massacred thousands of people, and in the end, had over a hundred Demon Warriors participate in the blood ritual.

Ultimately, he even pierced his own heart to draw out his own Demon Blood.

The bloodline energy of these thousands of Demon Race warriors was all concentrated into the body of this one ancient witch, so why did she not radiate power?

"Di Yan, strike me with a palm," the Demon King asked.

The ancient witch directly struck out a palm, without any energy, just pure strength, merely five or six thousand pounds of force.

The Demon King felt a chill throughout his body, saying: "Impossible, it shouldn’t be so; she should be incredibly powerful; why is her cultivation even less than before the transformation?"

For an ancient demon, five or six thousand pounds is akin to having no cultivation at all, entirely a starting point of physical strength.

The Demon King had paid such an enormous price just to reshape an exceptionally powerful ancient witch; now her cultivation is even less than before, this... this was like a bolt from the blue.

Soon after, the Demon King quieted down, closed his eyes to sense.

He easily sensed a strong power, emanating from this ancient witch before him, from the depths of her bloodline.

But why was her cultivation so low?

"Your Majesty, perhaps we missed a little..." an elderly shaman said: "In the end, we didn’t actually complete the blood ritual because the Barbaric Wilderness and the ancient times are different, and we can no longer summon such tremendous Dark Thunder. Eventually, the main reason the ancient witch took form was that you offered the purest Demon Blood power. But, we didn’t complete the blood ritual; we only accomplished the reshaping, not the nirvana."

Such as the reshaping, entirely constructs the body and bloodline of an ancient demon, but the final nirvana, the complete fusion of bloodline and body, was not achieved.

The Demon King said: "But, this is already the best place we can find, the area with the densest energy."

"Still, it’s not enough; after all, the true Demon Race has been fallen for tens of thousands of years," said the elderly shaman: "We were just a sliver short; we only completed ninety-nine percent."

The Demon King looked at the ancient witch’s face, gazing into her incredibly enchanting yet infant-like pure eyes.

The elderly shaman continued: "The powerful force is now all sealed within her ancient bloodline. A formidable energy is needed to stimulate it, allowing her to complete the body’s final nirvana."

The Demon King’s eyes narrowed, "Nirvana Blood?"

The elderly shaman said: "Yes, the ancient Nirvana Blood. Many think Nirvana Blood changes the bloodline talent; actually, that’s not the case. It merely stimulates the potential of the existing bloodline."

The Demon King ordered: "Search the entire world immediately; we must find the Nirvana Blood, no matter the cost!"

"Yes!" replied dozens of shamans in unison.

Then, the dozens of shamans stood, left the crumbling Dark Hall, mounted their rides, and flew outwards in all directions.

The Demon King looked at the ancient witch, and after a long sigh, said, "Di Yan, even if... you cannot complete the final nirvana, I... I accept it, I’ll just consider my daughter has come back to life."

At this moment, the ancient witch seemed to not hear his words, flapping her wings, flying out of the Dark Hall, hovering in the sky, overlooking everything.

That gaze, as if looking down on everything, surveying the world with supreme dominance.