"Interesting."
The Lunar Emperor, whose origins were unknown—neither clearly immortal nor demon—looked down at Su Che.
The shadow of the man before him overlapped with many figures from his memories.
What keen instincts. He had actually sensed that this place was different.
That sharp, cunning scent truly resembled Ling Weiyang's exactly.
Yet the one before him should not be that fellow Ling Weiyang. Perhaps he carried his inheritance, or perhaps he possessed some treasure that had belonged to him. That was why he bore such a strong trace of Ling Weiyang.
That fellow...
The Lunar Emperor seemed to sink into some memory.
Time truly seemed not to have moved. Turn around, and everything was as it had been before.
Ling Weiyang was said to be human, yet one foot already stood at the edge of the Demon Gods. Possessing the bloodlines of both sides gave him more choices—and deeper shackles.
Would he follow the traces of the Supreme Dao Ancestor and transcend into immortality, or would he rely on the weight within his bloodline to become a Demon God in his own right, refining Heaven and Earth?
No one had known at the time.
But once Ling Weiyang made his choice, the era of the Primordial Wilderness and Primordial Era gradually faded away.
Who could have imagined that a favored son blessed by so many Demon Gods would play the prelude to the destruction of the Primordial Demon Gods?
How very interesting.
Where had he been then?
Mm, he should still have been in Fengdu, the Netherworld he had forged with his own hands.
To be honest, when he heard Ling Weiyang lay out his plan, his first thought had been to send that madman straight to the Ghost-Slaying Platform.
That was right.
That plan had been utterly, absolutely insane.