In the dim space, ripples began spreading in all directions as Lin Qi's feet came down.
Wherever the ripples passed, light emerged. In the grand palace, the Dragon Emperor sat upon a lofty throne, looking down at Lin Qi.
His right elbow rested on the armrest of the high-backed chair, his hand clenched into a fist against his chin.
His face remained level, and he did not lower his head just because Lin Qi stood beneath the high platform.
He merely turned his eyes, which glimmered with a faint golden light, and did his best to look downward. "I thought you would come back soon. I didn't expect it to take this long."
Seeing the man radiating a cold, even evil aura once again, Lin Qi's perception of him became more complete.
It was a difficult feeling to describe, like... the relationship between a finger and a cake the first time they met—
During their first contact, the finger merely touched the surface of the cake. It knew nothing about the cake. In the world it perceived through touch, the cake was something soft.
But this time, it plunged straight inside. It felt not only the soft cream on the outermost layer, but also the roughness of the sponge cake within.
That icy evil radiating from within to without, undisguised like a mass of ink that could never dissolve, waved recklessly behind Leien.
Lin Qi sensed divine power from him, but he did not say so.
To become a god, he could sacrifice the entire world. He was curious how the man before him had managed it.
Was he crazier than himself?
Or was there some other reason?
Regardless, this meant that they were destined to become competitors in the future.
After all, this dimension needed only one advanced life-form,