Tian Hua's green, ghostly eyes stared at Lord Azathoth before him.
From the oppressive aura emanating from Lord Azathoth and the helpless inability to resist while bound, Tian Hua gradually recognized his current weakness. He knew that even though he had once slaughtered entire great cities in the human world at will and crushed the prison envoys who came for him, even though he had reached the Corpse Realm and used every possible means to obtain everything belonging to Jiang Chen and rule the Corpse Realm, he was still far from the true pinnacle.
Only now did Tian Hua finally understand the meaning of the words "a frog at the bottom of a well."
The cruel reality lay before him. In Lord Azathoth's eyes, Tian Hua knew he was probably only slightly more eye-catching than a watchdog. If one day he ceased to be so eye-catching, he would immediately be skinned and boned, then boiled into "dog meat hotpot" to fulfill his final value.
The once-proud Tian Hua could no longer find any grounds for pride.
Suddenly, when the resentment and dissatisfaction accumulating in Tian Hua's heart reached their peak, they instead turned into relief. His hostility toward Lord Azathoth gradually faded.
The targets of Tian Hua's hatred—Zhang Chen, who had surpassed him, and Lord Azathoth, who treated him like trash—were all redirected toward himself. Everything had happened because his vision had been too narrow. He had reached this point entirely because of his own actions.
The ghostly light in Tian Hua's pupils gradually faded. Bound by the tentacles, he struggled to nod and said:
"I understand, Lord Azathoth."
Tian Hua's sudden change in attitude slightly surprised Lord Azathoth. The tentacles withdrew and vanished, leaving behind a token where he had stood. It granted Tian Hua the exclusive right to