"Your puny Divine Path has made this Dao Son come here in person. You should consider it an honor."
A faint, indifferent voice came from the Purple War Chariot pulled by nine Sun Birds.
The voice was utterly calm, as though the Divine Path in this Primordial Universe was beneath notice in his eyes.
After all—
He was the son of a Quasi-Immortal King, ranked fifteenth on the Chaos Ranking, and had recently mastered a Quasi-Immortal King-level forbidden art. He was confident he was no weaker than the Time Goddess, ranked twelfth.
With his strength, ordinary peak Chaos Great Emperors were nothing to him.
Let alone the Divine Path in this report, which didn't even have a Chaos Great Emperor?
It might have some tricks and hidden strength.
But in his eyes, they were laughable—he could wipe them out with a flick of his finger.
"With the Young Master taking action, a mere Divine Path cowering in the Primordial Universe can naturally be wiped out with one hand."
"For the Young Master, obtaining the Fruit Position of a Dao Achiever and, ultimately, refining the entire Primordial Universe are what matter most. A trifling Divine Path doesn't warrant the Young Master's attention. The nine of us can slaughter all the gods."
"The Young Master need only deal with the Time Goddess. There's no need for him to waste his attention on a mere Divine Path."
The nine black-robed servants, all Chaos Great Emperors, bowed as they spoke.
"Let's go."
"First, destroy the Divine Path. Then, seize the Fruit Position. Finally, refine the Primordial Universe."
The voice of the Demon Mountain Dao Son came from within the Purple War Chariot, calm as he looked down on everything.
What was this Divine Path? Nothing but a horde of ants.
No matter how many