"If you want the Demon God to revive sooner, go ahead. When that happens, the four continents and three realms will merely return to their original path of destruction, and all the effort Li Susu put in five hundred years ago will have been in vain.
"After all, ten thousand years ago, fifteen gods besieged the ancient Demon God. Only by paying the price of eleven gods falling, along with Di Mian's sneak attack, did they succeed."
"Master, how do you know?"
At this moment, Di Mian realized things had gone wrong and prepared to flee, only to find himself restrained. His face was filled with despair, and everyone else noticed Di Mian's predicament as well.
Qu Xuanzi said, "Martial... Uncle, Brother Di..."
"Xiao Ya, my father..."
"Manipulating people's hearts, Di Mian. Did you really think no one knew of your wolfish ambitions?
"Give up your ambitions, and you can still enjoy your old age in peace. Otherwise, with a wave of my hand, I can reduce you to ashes.
"As for how I know, Ji Ze, the God of Time, may know such things, but I have undergone tribulations for more than a dozen lifetimes. My understanding of time is no worse than Ji Ze's."
Qu Xuanzi said, "Martial Uncle, weren't twelve gods said to have fallen?"
"The God of War, Ming Ye, voluntarily gave up his will to live because his wife died."
After hesitating for a while, Gongye Jiwu said, "Senior, five hundred years ago, why was there someone exactly like me?"
"Is it really that important?"
"Yes. I beg you to tell me. At the very least, I need to know who I am."
Xiao Ya said, "It was always you. But now, you have effectively been resurrected, so you have forgotten the events of your