"Heh heh heh."
Zong Shen did not directly answer Chaotic Wings' projection.
Instead, he chuckled to himself.
"Now that you put it that way, I have even less reason to make a deal with you."
"More than ten thousand years ago, your main body could already send an avatar down here."
"By now, who knows how powerful it has become."
He leaned back, resting fully against the sofa.
Although there was a hint of sentiment in his tone, his face showed not the slightest wariness.
At that, the projection fell silent.
That brief verbal exchange had already made it understand that Zong Shen was not someone easily fooled.
But it had not lied. What was here truly was only a greater demon-level avatar created by its main body, while its true main body had already reached the upper demigod tier eighteen thousand years ago.
It had been only one step away from godhood.
Back then, Black Decay had used this avatar to answer the Condemners' call for the mission.
Unexpectedly, it had been trapped here.
The demon hunters native to the Endless Continent had briefly reached a consensus with the Blood-Burning Demons and joined forces against it.
The seal had been exceedingly powerful. Even though the avatar had barely broken free of the restraints on its body, the lingering seal still prevented its soul fragment from returning to its shell.
And the ritual altars within the cave had indeed been left behind by it back then.
It was also true that those altars would send out Void Beacons.
The greatest problem was that its main body had long since perished.
That had likely happened six thousand years ago.
It did not know whether its main body had attained godhood; most likely, it had not.
With its soul fragment here, separated