As he spoke those words.
The humanoid greater demon with the azure dragon sacred body did not look at the luminous illusion projected by the Ancient Treasure Land. Instead, he stared openly and unabashedly at Liu Dongqing.
Likewise.
Liu Dongqing looked past that luminous illusion at the humanoid greater demon.
Then a meaningful smile gradually crossed Liu Dongqing's face.
"Just now."
"A thought suddenly occurred to me—"
"Perhaps, much of the time, this world, this vast Yang World, is simply the Myriad Phenomena Sword Sect writ large. In every era of Dao strife, prodigies and monstrous talents are as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river. That saying has long since become a cliché."
"But likewise, in every age, and even in every undertaking, someone like Hechu will emerge."
"There's no need to fear a prodigy's wisdom suddenly gathering dust."
"What you should fear is someone like Hechu having a flash of inspiration."
"Do you intend to become another Hechu, fellow Daoist?"
"What were you thinking? Did you think that because I hadn't unleashed that sword strike again in so many previous Dao contests? Or did you think your azure dragon sacred body gave you a lifespan far beyond that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators?"
"I withheld that sword strike because they were merely my opponents in Dao contention. At this stage of cultivation, shedding less blood is the key to the natural revival of the myriad Daos of the Yang World's heaven and earth."
"But."
"You are different. Your sects of the Sacred-Mystic Confluence, your three faiths that once practiced the sixty-year cycle method, are different!"
"You should thank the real Hechu Dao Lord!"
"You are my true enemies in the Dao!"
"Enemies who must fight to the death whenever we meet!"
When those words fell.
Among the crowd