So he really was... really was...
When he first saw him, Emperor Lord Beichen had already vaguely guessed the truth and felt a faint unease. He never expected that this guess would now be confirmed.
Millions of years ago, the thirty High Gods, along with the two Ancient Great Gods, had fought him. In the end, they had indeed beaten him until his Demonic Soul scattered, making him disappear from the Six Realms. But the God Realm had also lost an Ancient Great God and a full twenty-six High Gods.
Although they had technically won that war, the God Realm's losses had been devastating, striking at its very foundation. Even after all these years of recovery, the God Realm was still severely lacking in population.
Millions of years had passed, and the God Realm was no longer as glorious as it had been back then. Yet the Demon Ancestor had appeared once more. This...
"So this is what you were relying on..."
Before coming here, Emperor Lord Beichen had constantly wondered what the Demon Venerable's reliance was in suddenly issuing a challenge.
He could not help guessing in this direction, but he had also felt that it was unlikely.
Yet unexpectedly, his guess had come true.
This news was extremely bad news for the entire God Realm.
Perhaps only one person could stop him.
Emperor Lord Beichen had opposed confronting the Demon Race head-on from the very beginning, especially in a large-scale battle like this. However, the people of the God Realm had enjoyed smooth sailing for so many years that they had long since forgotten—or rather, had never experienced—the great war of millions of years ago. Thus, they did not understand how formidable it had been.
Moreover, eight thousand years ago, they had forced the Demon Venerable to leap