His gaze clung to the Dao Fruit. He could not tear himself away, yet dared not reach for it.
Even with cultivation at the peak of the Chaos Stage, even as a Chaos Demon God who wielded the Time Laws, he could not hide his hesitation at this moment.
After all, before him was a true Great Dao Fruit Position. As for himself, he had forcibly elevated his cultivation with a thousand strands of Primordial Violet Qi, only barely catching up to Great God Pangu's former realm. But that Pangu had long since transformed into the primordial world, his Dao fallen ages ago.
Forget gathering the violet qi of all Three Thousand Great Daos—even if he somehow assembled them all, could he truly suppress the Great Dao itself? Who would dare say for certain?
By then, he feared there would be ten deaths and no life.
Yet now, the fruit hung before him. With no more than a single thought, he could become the ruler of the Great Dao.
With one thought, the world would first open; with one thought extinguished, all heavens would return to silence.
How could such authority fail to stir his heart?
"What should I do? What should I do?" he kept asking himself.
"To attain the Dao before my eyes is within arm's reach. If I abandon it..."
"Once this fruit disperses, it will never appear again. Where would I find the violet qi of the Three Thousand Great Daos? Even with the Time Laws in hand, I could stretch a day into ten thousand years, could turn back a century in the blink of an eye—but the Great Dao is profound and subtle. It cannot be worn down by time, nor seized by strength. Since ancient times, how many dazzling geniuses have there been?