At that moment, every mustard seed in his body seemed to tremble.
Every drop of blood in his body was roaring.
The demonic god bloodline within the two of them had been formed from a drop of heartblood from each ancestor over two hundred thousand years.
Not a single drop of the blood in their bodies belonged to themselves.
"If we don't stand against them, how can we accomplish our goal?"
Little You asked with a puzzled face.
"Little You, every action in this world requires disguises and methods. You needn't care about the process. You only need to know that once everything succeeds, we will take the newborn Ninefold Hell and flee into the World of Disorder, wandering from then on, never to return."
"That way, even if those two possess heaven-reaching talent, they will never be able to pursue us. The World of Disorder is not a place they can reach."
Bodhi said.
"That's true... And once this happens, even if they survive, they won't have the leisure to concern themselves with us."
Madness and hatred began to breed in Little You's childish eyes.
This was the seed of hatred Bodhi had planted within her.
At that moment, it sprouted in wild abundance, transforming into a sea of blood that swallowed her tiny body.
"Father, I'm already growing impatient. I can hear Mother and Brother's voices, and so many uncles and elders, as well as those ancestors. They are all urging me, telling us to hurry, hurry, and fulfill the greatest, most glorious mission of our lives!"
"Those who brought us two hundred thousand years of disaster—no matter how many years have passed, their clans must personally repay their blood debts in blood."
Hundreds of bloodshot veins now spread through Little You's pure white eyes, turning them almost