The World Demon God dragged her battered body back to the World Temple.
She collapsed beneath the World Tree, gasping for breath.
"Fifth place... Only fifth place..."
She murmured under her breath, her eyes full of resentment.
"Why? I refined hundreds of Great Dao Laws, and my realm is higher than his... So why couldn't I beat Fate?"
"Because my standing isn't high enough."
"Because I'm still not strong enough..."
She closed her eyes and began to heal.
Yet the layer of Dao Mist within the World Dao Origin Core was quietly spreading.
Nourished by the Dao Mist, her obsession grew deeper.
Hundreds of Chaos Eras passed in silence.
At last, the doors of the World Temple opened.
The World Demon God stepped out. She still had the same petite figure in a little green dress, the same familiar face.
But the face that had once always worn an innocent, carefree smile was now grim. Her eyes were dull and cold.
The World Demon God stood at the temple entrance and swept her gaze across the Chaos Void.
"Still not enough... This level of cultivation... Nowhere near enough..."
"I need more of the Origin of the Great Dao... More..."
"If my standing isn't high enough... I'll claim a higher one myself."
The Dao Mist now filled a third of her Heart of the Origin of the Great Dao.
With a thought, the World Demon God sent a command throughout the Illusory Chaos World.
Before long, countless Lower Demon Gods who belonged to the World Dao hurried over.
They entered the hall, then froze when they saw the World Demon God seated in the place of honor.
Why did their Dao Lord seem like a completely different person?
But they did not dare ask. They could only bow respectfully.
"Dao Lord,