The River-Subduing True Lord rested both hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly. The entire Yin-Yang Realm seemed like his long cloak, silent behind him... waiting for the wind to sweep it up.
His voice was very calm as he repeated, "Seven Hates... must have done something to you, right?"
Chongxuan Sheng's body was like a mountain, but his exhalation was like morning mist.
Utterly light, faint, and ethereal.
It was a stifled breath of resentment, suppressed for a long time and hidden for a long time. Only before Jiang Wang, in this place of absolute secrecy, could he let a little of it out.
Yesterday's Wu Zhaixue, today's Seven Hates, was the mightiest devil in all the heavens and myriad worlds!
Looking across all of antiquity and the present, only the Devil Ancestor stood above Him!
He had personally orchestrated the devilification of Jing Kingdom's Director of Military Affairs Lou Yue and Qi State's commander of the Nine Legions, Tian Anping. He had directed the succession of the Eight Great Devil Arts—and all that had been His arrangement before achieving Transcendence.
Now that He had attained the supreme path, His moves left even fainter traces. His Supernatural Powers were vast beyond imagination. Once He set His sights on someone, who could break free? Who could stand against Him?
To be watched by such a devil—especially when Shi Si was pregnant and husband and wife were both eagerly awaiting their child's birth—even Chongxuan Sheng, with intellect and stratagems reaching the heavens, must have felt immense pressure!
For the gap between Seven Hates and himself was no longer one that intelligence and schemes could bridge.
He excelled at borrowing momentum to lay out plans. He had always been able to create opportunity where there was none, rolling a slight local