"Your divine abilities are not weak, fellow Daoist. In terms of the Human World, you should count as one of the very peak existences. Would you be interested in joining hands with me?"
A voice like clashing metal entered his ears, yet the words the Ancient Demon spoke were truly shocking.
"Joining hands?" Wang Tinglou frowned. "Your Excellency is no human cultivator, but an Ancient Demon irreconcilably opposed to us. Don't you find those words laughable?"
"Irreconcilably opposed? Does Your Excellency truly think that, or are you merely testing my sincerity? In ancient times, we Devil Race did indeed once fight great battles with the Ancient Cultivators, but that was all several million years ago. Old sesame and rotten millet from ages past—what is there left to bring up? Now, if our two sides join, both benefit." The Ancient Demon's laughter entered his ears.
"Both benefit?" Wang Tinglou's face showed a trace of interest when he heard this. "Oh? Then tell me about it..."
"Hmph, there is nothing much to hide about this matter. Fellow Daoist must also be clear that within this Asura Gate, though dangers are layered upon dangers, treasures are also beyond counting. And this time, the situation is even more special. At the summit of Penglai, there is a heavy treasure that even I find full of temptation. That is why I had my Split Soul come to this Human World."
"A Split Soul has such divine abilities as well? Could you be an Ancient Devil Ancestor?" Wang Tinglou had once, by chance, eaten an immortal fruit, and his lifespan was much longer than that of ordinary cultivators. He had lived for more than two thousand years—what had he not seen? Yet at this moment, he still could not help but be somewhat moved.
"You actually