Bimou was proud.
He was a one-of-a-kind Heavenly Demon, a demonic seed favored by His Lordship.
Though His Lordship treated him like a dog to be driven about, amid the countless Heavenly Demons in the chaotic cosmos, how many could catch His Lordship's eye? How many could be personally commanded by His Lordship?
Yet even so, Bimou remained unwilling to accept it.
He had personally witnessed how the high-ranking Heavenly Demon Lord Pituo had been tricked to death by His Lordship with a single thought. He had seen the innumerable Heavenly Demons treated as nothing more than food by that Lordship.
Heavenly Demons—the most feared existence among the sentient beings of every race across the myriad heavens and worlds, demonic creatures that could slip through every crack to ruin one's Dao Heart and muddle one's mind—were, in that one's eyes, merely dispensable food.
After all, when it came to demons, that one was the most primordial and ancient demonic seed.
Nearly all low-ranking, mid-ranking, and even high-ranking Heavenly Demons had been created by him out of sheer boredom.
Even proud Bimou had been born beneath that one's hand.
Thus, Bimou harbored a fear of that one that seeped from his bloodline into his marrow. He did not dare entertain even the slightest improper thought.
But the more it was so, the more Bimou wished to flee for his life.
Especially after seeing how free and untrammeled Jiang Sheng was, Bimou wanted to live for himself. He did not want to be driven by others, for Heavenly Demons ought to be creatures without taboos, free and unfettered.
No!
These thoughts cannot appear. They must be suppressed. I must show obedience.
Forcefully burying and concealing all his ambitions, Bimou revealed a mild, harmless smile.
"Wait. Wait for the Shang King to come