The smile on the Evil Emperor's face instantly froze.
He hesitated for a moment, his tone carrying a hint of difficulty. "My lord, it is not that this subordinate is unwilling. It is only that less than three thousand years remain before this subordinate's eight-hundred-thousand-year life tribulation. During these three thousand years, this subordinate must cultivate in seclusion. I am confident I can overcome this hurdle."
Having lived for nearly eight hundred thousand years, freedom was important, of course—but staying alive was even more important.
As long as he could survive the eight-hundred-thousand-year tribulation, he would be able to live another hundred thousand years, and might even have the chance to reach a million years of cultivation and become an existence like Di Tian.
"Xue Yuheng" looked at the Evil Emperor and said nothing.
Just then, inside Xue Yuheng's Spirit Sea.
The first-generation God of Soul was curled up in a corner of the Wordless Heavenly Book, trembling.
Sensing the atmosphere outside, she hurriedly sidled up beside Xue Yuheng's soul body and whispered, "Um... I need to tell you something. Actually, that slave contract was completely fake.
Back then, over a hundred thousand years ago, I had just fallen from the universe, and my divine soul had been shattered to bits. How could I possibly have had the ability to subdue a ten-thousand-year Evil Eye?
I just drew a random rune to scare him. I never thought he would actually believe it for all these years."
Xue Yuheng: "..."
So this prospective God King was also a master swindler?
He suppressed the urge to complain and took control of his body again.
A trace of exhaustion appeared on his face as he waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Removing that contract would consume a great deal of my soul