For one brief instant just now, the Blood Saint had truly been startled out of his wits.
That half-familiar sensation had nearly made him think the Dao Sovereign had reappeared.
Granted, the Dao Sovereign had been missing for countless years, but as one of the earliest Dao Gods to be born, he still clearly remembered the Dao Sovereign's majesty...
The Dao Sovereign was the sovereign of the Great Dao!
The Dao Sovereign had not earned that title because of noble character or lofty virtue and prestige, but through a fearsome reputation carved out in slaughter.
Moreover, as an Eternal One who had explored the vast river of time, he knew more secrets than those of Immortality.
For instance, many legends claimed that the Dao Sovereign was a mighty life-form who had crossed the endless void and descended into this dimension before dimensions were born, which was why he had been supreme from birth.
But the Blood Saint knew that this account was not necessarily entirely true. The Dao Sovereign might indeed not have been a life-form of this dimension and might have come from another dimension, yet he had not necessarily been born supreme.
Indeed, all memories—everyone's memories—told him that the Dao Sovereign had been invincible from the moment of his birth. Yet as he drew ever closer to Yuanshi and was constantly scoured by the vast light of cosmic time, a few fragments of memory would occasionally surface from the deepest depths of his heart.
What those memory fragments portrayed was an age of blood and cruelty.
In that age which did not exist in reality, Gods and Devils roamed heaven and earth. It seemed even older than the most ancient Primordial Chaos. Among them was a man—or rather, a devil god—who slaughtered all things and devoured everything. He