Wutong was already at her last gasp and could not answer his question. She could only weakly point at Su Yun.
Yet that enormous face was quite interested in her. It revolved around them at an unhurried pace and smiled. "Shouldn't you save yourself first? He still has three years before he dies, but you are about to die now."
Wutong could no longer answer any of his questions.
That face belonged to Emperor Chaos. His interest undiminished, he said leisurely, "You are a Human Demon. For a Human Demon to seek the Dao and attain it is more difficult than for anyone else; it requires greater effort than anyone else. You finally attained the Dao and cultivated eighteen hundred demonic Daos in one stroke. If you took one more step forward, you would become the strongest demonic Dao God in history! Yet after attaining the Dao, you betrayed your own Dao Heart just to save a secondhand—or perhaps even fourthhand or eighthhand—man! Was it worth it?"
"What business is it of yours?"
Wutong flew into a rage. "You're so long-winded. Are you going to save him or not—"
She suddenly froze mid-sentence. At some point, her physical body had already been restored. The cultivation, magical power, and Great Dao that Chaos had corroded and devoured had all returned to her.
She suddenly discovered that the pressure Chaos Qi exerted on her had vanished without a trace. The once-lethal Chaos Qi was no longer dangerous.
Wutong hurriedly shut her mouth, prostrated herself, and bowed. "I beg Emperor Chaos to save his life."
Emperor Chaos laughed happily. "I cannot save him. My Dao differs from his, and I cannot create Primordial Chaos Runes to save his life. I am still waiting for him to save me. Let us talk about you