The Demon Emperor had not expected Yilu to be so interested in his experiences. He had only mentioned them in passing back then. It seemed this Frost Elf was surprisingly curious about the world beyond the Sky Dome Temple.
Since he had nothing better to do anyway, the Demon Emperor simply told her the whole story in detail.
When he had nothing to do, he would also browse the Magic Phone, novels included.
Giving a vivid, full-sensory account of his own past was effortless for him.
Yilu listened with rapt attention.
When she heard how the Demon Emperor and Wu Tian had arrived at Mount Sumeru, her hand unconsciously clenched. The Buddha Lord appeared, the Demon Emperor clashed with him, then Wu Tian arrived—and even facing two opponents alone, the Buddha Lord had never fallen into a disadvantage...
Throughout the entire account, Yilu's breathing grew much softer, as though afraid she would disturb the Demon Emperor and miss even the slightest detail.
Yilu also learned of Senior Wu Tian's mighty technique—Dragon Head Rise!
The relationship between Wu Tian and the Buddha Lord.
Their differing ideals had led the former fellow disciples onto completely opposite paths in the end.
Was Wu Tian wrong? No.
Was the Buddha Lord wrong? Likewise, no.
Was the Demon Emperor wrong? Naturally, he was not.
They were not the ones at fault. This world was!
Cough, that was not right.
In short, the world had never been a place where right and wrong were clearly defined, nor had fault ever been clear-cut.
The victors wrote the history books, and few cared about the fate of the defeated.
Yet the final outcome had completely exceeded Yilu's expectations.
"...Has it always been this way, and therefore is it right? What the boss said back then sounded a little