Demon Emperor Daochen planned to venture into Chaos to check on the Demon Race and see how they were faring.
But just as he was about to set out...
Heavenly Dao Hongjun and the Lord of Fate blocked his path.
They appeared quite suddenly.
They were clearly growing impatient.
Daochen looked at them in confusion. "What are you two doing? Has something happened?"
Heavenly Dao Hongjun looked at him, somewhat speechless. "The Primordial World's barrier is growing weaker by the day. We have to clear out these Resentment Aggregates as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knows when the barrier will shatter? When that happens, we'll be in deep trouble."
The Lord of Fate also wore a worried expression. He had finally completed the Six Realms and was on the verge of taking form, only to encounter such a crisis. He could arguably be called the most unfortunate of them all. Although he could survive the Primordial World's destruction, all the resources he had painstakingly accumulated would be wiped out in an instant.
Most importantly...
He would return to that state of nothingness, and who knew how long he would have to wait before he could take form again?
That was why he was seething inside.
"Demon Emperor, where on earth did you go? Do you know how many times we looked for you? We couldn't find a trace of you!"
"Do you know how much harm you cause us by disappearing without any warning like this?"
The Lord of Fate's face was filled with grief and indignation.
Daochen looked at him innocently. What heinous crime had he committed to leave the Lord of Fate in such a state?
He wanted to lash out but did not dare, wanted to reproach him but lost his nerve. That conflicted expression made Daochen