At that moment, Star Tide Old Demon felt as though it stood in a position where four ounces could move a thousand pounds. Those various Lords of Supernatural Phenomena, once so arrogantly supreme, seemed to be crawling on the ground, awaiting fate's judgment.
It was a very peculiar feeling. Long, long ago, it had felt it before, but so much time had passed that the memory had already blurred.
Star Tide Old Demon had once been a hero among men as well. It had once looked down upon the vast world with the bearing of an outstanding talent, sweeping through its peers without ever tasting defeat, with no rival in sight.
How many former enemies and opponents had, just like now, awaited the verdict of its fate.
Yet times had changed, and in the end, it had still lost to the years.
It had become a deserter hunted by time, drifting between yin and yang beneath time's blade—neither human nor ghost—fallen into the claws and fangs of supernatural phenomena in pursuit of escape.
If it could do it all over again, Star Tide Old Demon would certainly not have chosen this road to the executioner's block.
But now, it had no choice.
Having fallen into supernatural phenomena, its soul could not enter reincarnation; its next life had been cut off. It could only clutch tightly at every sliver of opportunity for immortality, dragging out a wretched existence in hopes of that illusory, almost nonexistent possibility.
Like a rat in a gutter—live! Live! Live by any vile means necessary!
Thus, Star Tide Old Demon drifted for only an instant before selling out the forbidden lands without the slightest psychological burden. It smiled and said, "That depends on how Great Immortal intends to approach this matter—or rather, what direction you wish to