"Didn't they fail to come down? Even if they did, all the better. How could I break free completely if the world weren't in chaos? They'll need the ability to suppress me first." A trace of disdain colored the Demon Lord's words. A sinister smile appeared on his face, and his scarlet eyes looked especially uncanny.
A chill crept through Wei Zhao's heart. He did not know whether his father had made the right choice. No one could say what changes the emergence of such an ancient monstrous fiend would bring.
But by now, there was no turning back.
He said, "Those Ancient Gods of the Guixu Alliance have grudges against you. Although they used the Sacrificial Method to revive the Great Dao, if they knew that both your physical body and divine soul had escaped—"
Before he could finish, the Demon Lord scoffed. "Those fools? Heh. Creation is gone. Even if you gave them twice the courage, would they dare? Believe me, if they learned I had truly escaped, their first reaction wouldn't be to find a way to deal with me. They'd suspect one another, afraid someone else had struck a bargain with me first. Besides, without me emerging, how would they have the ability to return to life?"
He glanced at Wei Zhao and said indifferently, "Just do what you're supposed to do. You needn't worry about anything else. I know what I'm doing."
Wei Zhao remained silent for a long time before finally nodding and turning into a streak of light.
As Wei Zhao left, the Demon Lord's smile faded as well.
He had never thought much of either the remnant souls of the Guixu Alliance's Ancient Gods or the Divine Court's few God Kings.
Even if he had yet to recover his power, that was