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Chapter 472: Chapter 263 “Blessings of the Demon Mother River” and “Demon Island” (Please Subscribe)_2

As for more, Milton could slowly speculate and then slowly verify these speculations.

Actually, in the Crimson World, the Demon Mother River is more like an entity of life.

But it is not a real life form.

With Milton’s current understanding, he could think of the Demon Mother River as an external World Consciousness of the Crimson World.

It could also be said to be the World Consciousness that manifests within the world, one that has existed for a long time.

This World Consciousness is always awake.

Of course, the Crimson World does have its own true World Consciousness.

It’s just that the true World Consciousness of the Crimson World is always in slumber.

Therefore, within the Crimson World, excluding the sleeping World Consciousness, the status of the Demon Mother River is the highest, followed by the leader of the Demon Tribe, the Crimson Great Lord.

Even a Ninth Level Demon couldn’t alter the fundamental rules of the Demon Mother River.

From this point alone, it’s clear that the status of a Ninth Level Demon is also below that of the Demon Mother River.

Of course, it’s also possible that a Ninth Level Demon has the ability but simply hasn’t chosen to modify these basic rules.

This possibility exists as well.

After all, Ninth Level Demons completely surpass Milton’s comprehension.

As for how powerful a Ninth Level Demon really is, what kind of means they possess, Milton simply could not guess.

That realm is still far too distant for him at this time.

Whether in reality or in this Reincarnation Simulation, Milton was still far too distant from that realm.

Therefore, he would not entertain thoughts that were so far out of his reach.

After all, even if he did entertain such thoughts, it was impossible for him to verify them.

“It seems that steadily developing into an Advanced Demon isn’t as simple as I previously thought,”

Milton murmured to himself.

Before experiencing this inheritance of memory, Milton believed he might be able to steadily develop at least to the level of a Fourth Level Demon.

understanding the fundamental rules of the Demon Mother River,

the second Transformation of his demon body, he must leave the Demon Mother

safely and steadily as now

established fact, Milton

world would never operate

this world

he would not have chosen

said, I am indeed curious

a hint of curiosity rising in his heart towards the Demon

the memories he inherited this time, the memories about Demon Island were the

precisely what piqued Milton’s curiosity about

all, he was inevitably going to

Island, there would only be one reason – he

this possibility

not as if a Ninth Level Demon of this

a Second Level Demon in this world and complete the

was reluctant, the Demon Mother River would

any curiosity about Demon Island,

thread of curiosity was quickly suppressed by

this place he would

could do about it since a large part of

simple consideration, Milton knew

demons living there were no longer immature; the weakest were

Demon Lord of the Crimson World

was a concern

his demonic body, and there was still a considerable distance before he could become

of time required was

the passage of time in this world had

of years in the Demon Mother River, even with his numerous simulation experiences, it would hardly be an easy

this in mind, Milton Cheney stopped thinking about

further thoughts emerged from the depths of

this moment, Milton Cheney once again completely emptied

Inherited Memory acted as an added layer of insurance for

Cheney to confidently empty his mind, without worrying

fundamental rules of the Demon Mother River in place, it was almost

ninth-level demon of the Crimson

the likelihood of a ninth-level demon intervening was probably lower than the chances of Milton Cheney voluntarily ending

time, unless his body underwent a significant

actively awaken his

when Milton Cheney fully regained his consciousness

inconsequential in the Abyss, but it still relentlessly

was