What a case of good things never coming easy. If this had happened a few thousand years later, Qing Xuanzi would not have feared Folo appearing in the Primordial World at all.
Yet he had appeared at precisely this critical juncture.
Although Qing Xuanzi could also transform into a Demon Clan Demon God, he had never passed down a lineage, so the Great Dao would not acknowledge him.
If the Great Dao did not acknowledge him, Demon Cave Land naturally would not acknowledge him either, and he would be unable to suppress the demon cave.
Left with no choice, Qing Xuanzi went to the Eighteen Levels of Hell in the Netherworld.
"Luo Hou, there is an opportunity before you. Are you willing to work for me?"
"Heh heh, Qing Xuanzi, wanting me to work for you is not as simple as letting me out."
Qing Xuanzi understood what he meant: Luo Hou wanted benefits. He immediately turned and left.
At worst, he would let Folo wreak havoc across the Primordial World for a few thousand years before dealing with him.
"Wait! I... I agree." Luo Hou had no choice but to agree. The punishments here were simply too unbearable.
"No, no. If you find living here quite comfortable, then do not force yourself. Absolutely do not force yourself."
Qing Xuanzi's words were practically designed to infuriate someone without paying for it, making Luo Hou's teeth itch with hatred.
Do not force myself? Why don't you try living here? I'll force your face.
With the devil under another's roof, Luo Hou could only resign himself. "I'm not forcing myself. Not at all."
"Really not forcing yourself?"
"Not even a little."
In truth, Luo Hou had already cursed Qing Xuanzi thousands of times in his heart. Those words were far too wicked.