Evil Demons Descend, the Age of Conquest

"Are you the living beings of this world?"

This Emperor Chang Jin was incredibly arrogant, wearing an expression of utter disdain.

The Night Emperor, watching from the shadows, immediately understood. No wonder he excelled in every aspect yet never reached the Transforming Self Realm before being beaten to death.

"So he relied on his extraordinary talent, unmatched throughout the ages, and acted far too arrogantly."

The Night Emperor felt he had seen through the truth.

Sure enough.

Talent and aptitude—these factors were not the most important. The most important thing was having a brain that understood patience. Only then could one live long and prosper.

However.

This Emperor Chang Jin clearly did not understand that.

From his perspective, he had inexplicably revived in some era and lived out a second life. Ruins stretched everywhere, and he could not find any trace of his Divine Statue Era.

He could only reproduce his race here, attempting to reclaim this world.

He had also tried studying the incomplete historical stone tablets of this world, but unfortunately, he was not cut out for it and could not decipher the information.

With no goal, he could only develop his forces and continue cultivating.

It was not until the arrival of this group of "invaders" that he secretly observed their abilities. Upon discovering that they were nothing special, he went over and provoked them directly.

Opposite him stood a golden man blazing with golden light. He snorted coldly.

"What era are you from? I can sense a transparent, sticky soul vaguely wrapped around you. How disgusting. Did you also hide in a shelter and survive the apocalypse?"

"You're insulting my Dharma Idol?" After a moment, Emperor Chang Jin finally reacted.

Wasn't the sticky thing wrapped around him his own Dharma Idol?

When the Dharma Idol did