Gratitude and enmity were not fixed; one could even say that gratitude was gratitude, and enmity was enmity.
Though the World-Opening Primordial Spirit had received much guidance from the Eight Immortals, it could never erase the fact that he and the Eight Immortals were not walking the same path.
In his view, the Eight Immortals had once been able to seize half the origin of this world.
Though they had returned it to him now, there was no saying that they would not one day take the entire world away.
And since the Eight Immortals had joined forces with him against the Twelve Underworld Kings, it proved that they themselves were not confident they could utterly eradicate the Twelve Underworld Kings.
Likewise, the facts were plain to see: the Twelve Underworld Kings did not possess enough strength to suppress him and the Eight Immortals working together.
It could even be said that their defeat was already inevitable.
Earlier, when the Twelve Underworld Kings had insisted on carving up his world, even if he feared the Eight Immortals, he had no other choice but to join hands with them.
Now that the Twelve Underworld Kings had declared their willingness to submit to him, his best choice
was to subdue both sides at once, use their hostility toward one another to keep them in balance, and consolidate his authority.
What was more, with aid from both sides, his world would surely pass safely through its tribulation.
The stronger the world's power became, the stronger he himself would become.
He had already heard from the Eight Immortals that once this world passed through the Yankang Tribulation, it would inevitably return to the heavens.
When that time came, only his own strength could ensure that this world remained his.
"Show me your sincerity!" the