Yue Qianchou had also sensed that something was off with Crocodile Immortal Lord's mood. It seemed that ever since he learned Myriad Sword Demon Lord was dead, the will that had previously begged for mercy with such fervent passion had collapsed in an instant. But it was understandable when he thought about it. Imagine someone trapped at the bottom of this dark lake for over a hundred thousand years. Without even a sliver of reason to keep living, even an immortal would find it hard to bear another hundred thousand years of such imprisonment.
Avenging himself against Myriad Sword Demon Lord was presumably the reason he had persevered. Now that he suddenly learned Myriad Sword Demon Lord was already dead, perhaps his only purpose for living had abruptly vanished. In that moment, he would surely be left with the bleak confusion of a heart gone cold. Immortals were people too! Their ranks were merely different. Without human joys, anger, sorrows, and desires, who would still fight and kill?
"Oh! What legend?" Yue Qianchou smiled. "I'm all ears."
Before his words had even faded, Crocodile Immortal Lord was already speaking slowly to himself. "It is said that in the distant, distant past, there was no distinction between the Immortal Realm, the Netherworld, and the Demon Realm. Supposedly, it was when heaven and earth had first opened. There existed some of the most ancient primordial gods, born when the intelligence of all things had first emerged. Each possessed immense divine abilities. The primordial gods fought among themselves, and once, two of them clashed. One suffered a great loss yet could not defeat the other. To vent his private rage, that defeated primordial god finally released two souls and seven spirits from his Three Souls and Seven Spirits in a burst of fury.