OBA paced anxiously nearby and could not help saying:
"If this keeps up, that brat's control over the world will only grow stronger. The longer this drags on, the more likely he is to swallow up even my authority. If he appoints another One-Below-All then, I won't be able to help at all."
The reason he was more anxious than the emperor himself was naturally because of Old Man Lucifer's promise—once the plan succeeded, he would return the Marvel Universe to him.
He would also grant him greater authority, allowing him to overpower the One-Above-All in turn.
It was not as if OBA had never suspected that the old man might be planning to double-cross him and swallow the Marvel Universe as well.
But he had been tricked into coming here back then. If he refused to cooperate, he would die, so he could only sacrifice his fellow Daoist to save himself and help lure OAA over.
Now, he could only keep walking down this dark road.
Old Man Lucifer snorted coldly.
"What are you panicking for? I refuse to believe he can resist taking the bait forever. He should still be hesitating right now, but as long as I keep sending the right signals, I'm not afraid he won't come knocking on his own."
"But what if he never comes?" OBA asked worriedly.
A trace of resolve flashed through Old Man Lucifer's eyes.
"If he truly refuses to see reason, then we can only make a trip to the Marvel Universe ourselves."
That was also why he had kept OBA around and deceived him into cooperating.
If Lu Xi truly refused to come over, then he would have to go to the Marvel Universe, Lu Xi's home ground.
Even though the old man controlled ninety percent of the authority,