Rahu's deep, shadowed Demonic Eyes seemed able to pierce the barriers of endless spacetime. They settled on Taiyi with a hint of amusement, as if recalling distant events from the ancient Primordial World.
"Taiyi, I never expected that this wisp of your remnant soul could rebuild its Dao foundation on the Other Shore and prove the Dao of Hunyuan in a mere few eras.
"It seems the Demon Emperor of the Primordial World was no empty title. If that old thief Hongjun hadn't suppressed you, the Yao Race Heavenly Court would have ruled the Great Desolation World."
At his words, Taiyi's imperial robe trembled slightly. Golden flames flickered in his eyes and vanished as he suppressed the complex emotions surging within him.
"You flatter me, Demon Ancestor. Neither of us belongs to this world. We drifted here—hardly a fortunate turn of events.
"But you, Demon Ancestor, sent a wisp of your true spirit into this world after the Immortal-Demon Tribulation and climbed to such heights, nearly reaching the Heavenly Dao's wondrous realm. I, Taiyi, am all the more impressed."
The corner of Rahu's mouth curled into a meaningful smile, as if he had heard something amusing.
"Neither of us belongs to this world? Heh..."
His gaze suddenly shifted toward the depths of chaos, as though it pierced the cosmic boundary. His tone abruptly changed.
"Old Hongjun's fortune is truly loathsome.
"We fought for countless ages and perished, cast adrift on this Other Shore. He sits secure in Purple Sky Palace while the Mysterious Gate Immortal Dao grows ever more prosperous.
"Never mind those Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao—even among the second-generation disciples of the Mysterious Gate, someone has managed to prove the Dao of Hunyuan..."
Taiyi's heart stirred. A ripple passed through his eyes.
Prove the Dao of Hunyuan?