"I didn't expect you to still be alive. I thought Creation had slaughtered you." A figure wrapped in a black aura stood with his arms folded and spoke lazily. This was the Demon Lord, who had also been known as the Yuanchu Demon King in the age of the ancient gods!
"He wanted to kill me, but it wasn't that easy." The other man hid within silver mist. Though he stood there, his entire figure seemed ethereal and elusive.
"Just as I suspected—what happened to Creation back then had something to do with you! I told him long ago that you harbored sinister intentions, but he simply wouldn't believe me. Heh, he got what he deserved," the Demon Lord said.
"It was merely for the sake of my Dao path. Who wouldn't want to ascend to the position of God Lord?" the silver figure said.
The Demon Lord said, "You have some ability, managing to trap even that bastard Creation. But schemes and tricks are ultimately inferior. In this world, strength still has the final say."
The silver figure smiled and said mildly, "Your strength was the greatest among us back then, but what was the outcome? Creation became the King of the Gods, and Creation was the one who ultimately prevailed. You, meanwhile, were suppressed for tens of millions of years."
The Demon Lord said calmly, "A struggle over the Great Dao has never been decided by momentary gains or losses. So what if I was suppressed? Could Creation kill me? As long as I'm still alive, I haven't lost. You, on the other hand, have spent tens of millions of years hiding, never daring to show your face, like a rat scurrying across the street. Afraid Creation would find you, weren't you, Wuxiang?"
Faced with the mockery, the