"Besides..." Tang Changsheng pointed mysteriously at the sky. "Where do you think this Demon-Sealing Grand Formation—fine, the Mystic Lock—came from?"
Gasladin fell into thought. Tang Changsheng's words had made him suspicious. Could this world be less simple than it seemed? As Tang Changsheng had hinted, were countless formidable powers still hidden within it?
Tang Changsheng kept a straight face as he deceived this powerful being. He was certain Gasladin knew nothing of this world's history.
It was simple: film had appeared only a little over a century ago. By then, the entire world had long since been sealed.
He was deeply wary of this fellow who called himself Gasladin. The one before him did not seem especially powerful, but his power at its core surpassed that of every expert Tang Changsheng had ever encountered.
That kept Tang Changsheng from acting rashly, even though the Treasured Artifact in his hand could easily destroy Gasladin as he stood now.
Tang Changsheng sneered inwardly. Gasladin's plan was clever enough, but why should Tang Changsheng let him become the Chief God?
Seeing Gasladin sink into contemplation, Tang Changsheng said unexpectedly, "Perhaps we could sign a contract. You could serve as my subordinate!"
Gasladin erupted in fury. "What? What did you say? You want me, Gasladin the Soul Hun Overlord, to become your subordinate? On what grounds?"
Tang Changsheng smiled calmly. "No, you misunderstand. I don't intend to make Gasladin the Soul Hun Overlord my subordinate. I only intend to make you, Gasladin, my subordinate."
As he delivered that tongue-twister, the Netherworld Sacred Coin in Tang Changsheng's hand stirred, its threat unmistakable.
This Gasladin was merely an avatar of Gasladin the Soul Hun Overlord, a powerful being from a distant world.
After being stranded and trapped in this world for centuries, he had long since