Seven Stars Dao Official was far easier to talk to than expected. Of course, that willingness to talk rested on having a fist big enough.
Just like before—there had been no powerhouse on the front lines capable of matching him, so hadn't this fellow attacked whenever he pleased? He had never had any intention of talking things out properly.
More importantly, he had calmed down.
He understood one thing perfectly well: even though his consciousness had awakened now, there was no saving him.
He had sunk into slumber, turning himself into something like a fossil to resist the erosion of time, hoping to slowly recover.
Unfortunately, even the primordial energy of ancient times had been torn apart and no longer existed. Even after ages measured in tens of thousands of years, he had still been unable to recover.
Qin Kun, at the peak of his strength, had wounded him after going berserk. The word "berserk" essentially meant that Qin Kun's Wrath Art had become even stronger than it had been at his peak.
The only reason this fellow had not been annihilated in body and soul on the spot was, as he himself had said, that Qin Kun's main target had not been him at all. That slash had not been aimed at him; he had merely been caught in its wake.
Then there was the fact that his authority had been stripped away. Dragging out his miserable existence until today had already been his limit.
Qin Yang could see it, and Seven Stars Dao Official himself understood it even more clearly. There was no power left to turn the tide.
Had he not awakened and continued being a fossil, sleeping another several tens of thousands of years would not have been a problem. But once he awakened, this process