Wutian suddenly grew interested.
Since he had taken over the Three Realms, which god or immortal in any place he went had not called him a demon or an evil thing? He had never cared.
How could those in the camps of gods and Buddhas ever see their own flaws?
Those gods and Buddhas were immersed only in their "management" of the Three Realms, so naturally they would never reflect on themselves.
As for his subordinates, every one of them could follow him into life-and-death battles, but not one had ever truly understood him, understood his overturning of heaven and earth, or been able to truly converse with him.
There were some words he had held back in his heart for far too long!
If he did not spit them out, he would not be at peace!
His story was not something he told just anyone. He only told it to people he rather admired, and his intention in doing so was naturally in the hope that the other party could understand him, comprehend him, and finally come over to his side.
But he was very disappointed.
Although he had told that story to Xuanzang and True Martial, and they had also said that if they had encountered the same things he had, perhaps they would have made the same choice, in the end, those few still could not understand him or join him. They still insisted on becoming his enemies.
Truthfully, after matching wits and courage against True Martial and the others several times in the Three Realms, he genuinely admired them, and he did not truly want to kill them.
But if they insisted on being his enemies, then he could only say he would have to do something he was not very willing to do.
Until today,