Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked at the gaunt old man outside.
His expression was grave.
"Beast Emperor Shen Ni, you are still someone from the Primordial World. Although your Primordial World has already been destroyed, why must you hunt us down to the last?"
"Our worlds have both been corroded by darkness. Can you not show us mercy?"
At last, Hongjun had figured out the gaunt old man's identity.
This Great Dao-level expert was actually Beast Emperor Shen Ni from a parallel Primordial World.
Earlier, he had found the man's aura so familiar, but he had been unable to place it.
Only after sensing a trace of divine beast aura that the man had inadvertently exposed did he finally confirm his identity.
No wonder Beast Emperor Shen Ni had been able to rise again in the Primordial World. This man had been orchestrating everything behind the scenes.
At the same time, a faint pang of regret stirred in his heart.
Perhaps if they had allowed Beast Emperor Shen Ni to return back then, this fellow might have spared the Primordial World.
At least they would not have been driven into such a desperate corner.
Of course, he knew even more clearly that pinning their hopes on this man was no different from seeking their own deaths.
After all, people like him had long since lost their humanity.
Who knew when his darkness aura might erupt, turning him completely into a puppet of darkness?
The gaunt old man fell silent for a moment.
His face suddenly twisted into an utterly savage expression.
"Why was my world destroyed just because it had no Saints? Why did my world vanish completely just as I became a Great Dao Saint?"
"Why do you get to live perfectly well, while no one even remembers my world?"