Within the Demon Sovereign's dojo, a pair of deep, pitch-black eyes stared at Xiao Yun from afar.
Wisps of light spilled from those eyes, while sinister demonic aura coiled around them. Yet they did not possess the Demon Sovereign's utterly evil presence.
"A clone? In my view, I am the true Demon Sovereign. There is no distinction between main body and clone between him and me. We are both the Demon Sovereign."
A voice rippled out from the pitch-black eyes before him.
Xiao Yun muttered to himself, Has the Demon Sovereign developed split personality?
When he had created this clone, he had been unwilling to create another Primordial Spirit. After all, that would have been no different from split personality.
There might not be any problem in the short term.
But over time, would the clone's Primordial Spirit not develop thoughts of its own?
We are both Xiao Yun. Why are you the main body while I am the clone?
Could a clone truly have no ambition?
That was why Xiao Yun had not dared to create another Primordial Spirit.
But the Demon Sovereign clearly did not see it that way. This fellow truly had split personality.
"Fine, I'll treat you as the Demon Sovereign. But what about the Demon Sovereign on the Immortal Path? He created you, and sooner or later, he'll devour you. Why don't we join forces and destroy him?" Xiao Yun said to the pitch-black eyes before him.
Good fellow, he was trying to drive a wedge between the Demon Sovereign and himself.
The pair of eyes before him froze for a moment, then laughed wryly. "You're quite sharp-witted. Your reaction was so quick, and you even tried to sow discord between us. But you are clearly overthinking it. In the end, he and I will