Arisila understood one thing very clearly: when the sky fell, the tall ones would hold it up.
As long as he kept a low profile in this world, avoided causing trouble or getting involved in disputes, and remained a Demon Overlord without much ambition, he should be able to live quite well.
After all, there were plenty of tall ones in this world. It was not his turn to hold up the sky.
"Should I go take a look?" Arisila muttered. Though he was a Demon Overlord, he was also a Half-Step Genesis existence.
Those who thought he was simply cowardly were Demon Overlords who had never lived through Arisila's era. Naturally, they could say such things.
If they had experienced what happened in Arisila's era, he guaranteed that these Abyssal Overlords would be as obedient as he was.
He had personally watched Eternal Level beings get taken away as easily as vegetables being harvested, uprooted whole without even the ability to resist.
Arisila had only reached Half-Step Genesis by enduring through the endless years.
Though he was a little cowardly.
He had survived in the end. Even the Dark Heavenly Abyss was a place Arisila had run into himself.
In terms of age, Yelokiji had not even been born when Arisila came into being. That dated back to the previous Samsara.
Arisila might seem cowardly, but because he had lived through certain things, he knew very well what had happened throughout the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.
He had originally planned to take advantage of this era to make a fortune before returning to the Dark Heavenly Abyss and staying there obediently.
But he discovered that getting out was easy, while going back was not nearly so simple.
This clearly was not a Samsara era, yet it was even more