"I wonder whether the world still remembers me, Bakel!"
The Demon Emperor, who was now Bakel, had eyes filled entirely with darkness.
Too much time had passed!
So much that even he had almost forgotten how many years it had been.
"Qin Cang, over a million years have passed. You have already become a pile of bones, yet I remain undying and eternal. Now that I am descending upon the Great Thousand World, who under heaven can stop me!"
Bakel revealed a cold, vicious smile.
As for Qin Cang!
Boundless murderous intent still surged within his heart.
Had his lifesaving methods not been extraordinary, and had the Heavenly Demon Palace not happened to be severely damaged, allowing him to flee inside, how could he ever have had another chance at rebirth?
Still.
Though Bakel harbored murderous intent toward Qin Cang, he also felt a deep wariness.
He had to admit it.
Qin Cang was the most powerful being he had ever encountered in his life as a Demon Monarch.
Such strength.
It had utterly surpassed the bounds of his understanding.
"But that does not matter. This time, I will not merely return to my peak. I will break through to the supreme saint demon realm. The origin of the Great Thousand World will ultimately be mine!"
Bakel laughed exuberantly.
What did heaven-shaking strength matter?
In the end, Qin Cang had not lived as long as he had.
Now he understood that nothing mattered more than living longer.
Then.
The dark True Dragon transformed, instantly becoming a middle-aged man dressed in black.
Black mist shrouded his face, sometimes shifting into the countless faces of living beings.
"The body of a True Dragon that attained immortality has a decent foundation. With some careful remodeling, perhaps I can break through my former limitations."