Wraith Demon had no idea what these people were talking about. He had never believed Qin Fen was the Dao Ancestor, thinking it was just a joke. Besides, he had already become like this, yet Qin Fen had made no move at all, making him believe it even less. At that moment, he poked out his head and looked at everyone as if they were lambs for slaughter, calculating where to start killing!
Feeling his strength steadily rise, he believed that not even the Heavenly Demon would be his match. After all, he now knew the origins of the crimson crystal: Pangu Tainted Blood.
As for Qin Fen and the Queen Mother, damn, were either of them worth worrying about? In his eyes, Quasi-Saints were merely appetizers.
Of course, Qin Fen was combat-power-five trash, the weakest Dao Ancestor in history. No one would ever think he was formidable. The Jade Emperor had thought so, Lord Lao had thought so, and even Hongjun had once looked down on Big Chef. But what had happened in the end?
Qin Fen's deceptiveness lay in the fact that he was combat-power-five trash. He was the most insignificant mortal Dao Ancestor in history, yet also the most terrifying Dao Ancestor in history, because no one could rival him when it came to screwing people over. His strength was precisely why everyone underestimated him.
"You really want to appoint me?" The Heavenly Demon was thrilled. He had waited countless years for this day.
Qin Fen said nothing. He wanted to verify a suspicion. Since the Heavenly Book could not be written upon and WeChat was the source of everything, could the Investiture of the Gods be connected to WeChat?
But he had considered WeChat's functions before. Nothing seemed remotely related to the Investiture of the Gods.