Poor Brainpower

That Old God's body was immensely towering. Even Di Shu was no more than a little runt before him. Yet this Old God was nothing but an empty shell, devoid of flesh and blood within. No one knew what had devoured it all.

This was Di Hu's body.

In the archaic era, there had been the two emperors, Di Shu and Di Hu, who led the Old Gods in ruling the world through an age of unparalleled splendor.

Di Shu was renowned for his wisdom, while Di Hu was famed for his martial strength. The two Great Emperors had been like the brightest stars of that age.

Yet after that glorious era, Di Shu had been suppressed in the Nether Capital 18th Layer. Left with no choice, he shed his shell layer after layer to prolong his life, and his cultivation and strength had fallen far short of their former heights. In the end, only his brain had escaped first, and he had relied on Su Yun's hand to save his life.

Di Shu had originally thought that he alone had suffered such misery. He had never expected Di Hu's body to have become an empty husk as well, with even its flesh and blood utterly gone.

"Are you Fellow Daoist Hu?" Di Shu looked at that tiny figure, uncertain.

"It's me!" the tiny figure said with a smile.

Di Shu grew even more puzzled. "How did you end up like this?"

"Thanks to you!"

The tiny figure raised his head and looked up at the enormous Di Shu. "It was all thanks to you. If you had created a cultivation method for the Old Gods so that we could cultivate as well, I would not have had to abandon my former body. But you were too obsessed with power!"