Praise surged like a tide, scorching flatteries bursting one after another from the demon gods' mouths as they scrambled to outdo each other, holding nothing back.
"Ha ha! When we arrive, there will surely be those who obstruct us in claiming the treasure. Though this ancestor fears none of them, they are still a nuisance. When the time comes, heed my command—quickly deploy the Primordial Unity Grand Formation, surround them, and wipe them out!"
"Once this ancestor becomes a Saint, I shall reward according to merit, bestow upon you ancestral titles, daoist grounds, and authority, and establish you as ancestors over your own domains. What difficulty is there in that?"
"We are willing to serve the ancestor with our lives, go through fire and water, and never shrink from death ten thousand times over!"
"Mm."
The very same scene was quietly unfolding in various places.
Within the Genesis World, countless demon gods each occupied their own territory. Before their eyes had already appeared visions of themselves seated high upon sacred altars, ruling over mountains and rivers stretching hundreds of millions of miles, receiving the homage of all living beings.
But could this dream truly become reality?
For now, let us set aside the feverish delusions stirring in the demon gods' hearts.
As for Su Yang, he activated his unique time-escape art. With a flicker of his body, mountains and rivers spanning hundreds of millions of miles were flung behind him, and he arrived in an instant.
"This light divides into nine colors. Nine is the ultimate number, so the treasure about to emerge is clearly no ordinary item. Let us wait and see what kind of Spiritual Treasure it is, to have drawn the demon gods of this place into slaughtering one another."
"The Heavenly Dao has its balance: what