Golden Spider clearly had not expected Arora to know Vritra's true identity so well. Its body trembled slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed through its golden compound eyes.
After all, although Vritra was a being it had created to maintain the balance of this world, very few besides itself could see through that fact.
Killing Vritra, that ancient demon, might ease the chaos and threat caused by the Karmic Demon in the short term, but it would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.
To truly resolve this problem at its source, they could only turn their attention toward the true mastermind lurking in the shadows and manipulating everything—King of Reincarnation.
King of Reincarnation, this self-proclaimed deity, had existed for so long that it far exceeded the realm of mortal comprehension.
To mortals, a thousand years was unimaginably long, but to King of Reincarnation, it was merely the flick of a finger.
His existence seemed to span the vicissitudes of countless eras, witnessing the rise and fall of innumerable civilizations.
Over his endless years, King of Reincarnation had created countless races, from creatures of all shapes and forms to intelligent humans. Every one of them was his handiwork.
Yet to him, these races were merely pieces on his chessboard, tools for experimentation and amusement.
He had never truly valued these races. They were only part of his vast plan, expendable at any time and replaceable at any time.
And now, the reason he had personally appeared and used an avatar to stop Arora was precisely because he had sensed within her a power capable of threatening Vritra.
King of Reincarnation had never intended to let anyone truly destroy Vritra.
King of Reincarnation was not worried that Vritra would truly be destroyed. On the contrary, he had been waiting