Return to the Original Universe

Qin Hao watched An Meng's collapsing body. His enormous form began to shrink, returning to its original state. Maintaining such a massive body was the most comfortable state for him, and also the state in which he was strongest.

However, having grown accustomed to the form of an Earthling, Qin Hao still preferred to remain in that form.

Qin Hao's shrinking figure also made Purple Moon Ancestor, Nine-Headed Demon Lord, and the First True God of the Divine Eye Race breathe a sigh of relief.

"Looks like he doesn't intend to attack us!"

The three exchanged glances. Purple Moon Ancestor relaxed considerably as he spoke.

"It isn't that he doesn't intend to. He probably just can't be bothered! We are too weak. We don't inspire any desire in him to act, nor is there any need for him to do so!"

The First True God of the Divine Eye Race spoke with helplessness in his voice. Having become a Tenth-order True God, he had felt that he stood at the very peak of the Sea of Universes.

Just like Original Ancestor back then, he could sweep through the Sea of Universes. Even if Purple Moon Ancestor and Nine-Headed Demon Lord had become Tenth-order True Gods, he had been confident that he would not fall behind them and might even defeat them.

But that fantasy had shattered far too quickly. He had been controlled by An Meng, and now he was being ignored. No matter how much resentment he felt, he had nowhere to vent it. It could only turn into a sigh.

"Weakness is the original sin!"

Nine-Headed Demon Lord spoke as well. As a powerhouse, he knew this was an eternal, unchanging rule. The weak could only obey any decision made by the strong. Even if they did not