Di Ji fell silent again.
Fang Yun immediately felt a headache coming on. He realized Di Ji thought he should know, but he truly had no idea. Left with no choice, he shifted his line of thought. "Your Majesty, when will I be able to take the Gou Emperor Armor?"
"After the Genesis World-Extinguishing Dragon Race is destroyed," Di Ji replied calmly.
Fang Yun's head instantly felt twice as large. What kind of nonsense was this? He had originally thought he would come here, take a suit of armor, grab a few benefits along the way, and leave. Now he had actually become entangled in a war between two races.
In a sense, the war between the Emperor Race and the Genesis World-Extinguishing Dragons was far more terrifying than the great wars between the Dragon Race and the Ancient Demons, or between the Ancient Demons and the Demon Barbarians.
In the wars among the Dragon Race, Ancient Demons, and Demon Barbarians, Saint Ancestors rarely intervened, and ordinary beings with good fortune could survive. But the war between the Emperor Race and the Genesis World-Extinguishing Dragons was almost entirely a war of Saint Ancestors. Defeat meant certain extermination. There would be no Dragon Race or Ancient Demons concealing their strength and dragging out a miserable existence.
Fang Yun knew that the Emperor Race ultimately defeated the Genesis World-Extinguishing Dragons and conquered the Myriad Worlds. But clearly, the Emperor Race had paid an enormous price in that battle. Only then did the later struggles among the races arise, followed by the Dragon Race's ascent.
If something went wrong, the Emperor Race might very well lose.
Looking at Di Ji, Fang Yun suddenly remembered childhood classes. Whenever he got distracted by accident and was suddenly called upon by the teacher, he would end