The Demon Emperor gave her a helpless look. "Hate me, then. It's hardly been just a day or two. Hate me long enough, and you'll never be able to forget me."
Houtu glared at him helplessly.
This fellow only said that because he knew she would never hate him.
But Houtu did not resist the decision he had forced upon her. She needed someone to make the decision for her, and Demon Emperor Daochen was the best choice.
Soon, Dijiang, Daochen, and Fate left the Netherworld Office.
They arrived in the Demon Realm.
Daochen looked at Dijiang. "This experiment will actually involve pouring the origin of Chaos Gods and Demons into your body. There are no other dangers, but it might burst you apart."
"After all, you haven't reached the Saint Realm. Though your bodies are naturally powerful, you think too highly of yourselves and have never developed them to their limits. As a result, your physical strength is quite ordinary."
In truth, his description of "ordinary" was only in comparison to himself.
To the creatures of the Primordial World, the bodies of the Witch Clan were comparable to Spiritual Artifacts of the Primordial World. Their toughness was easy to imagine.
Dijiang shook his head awkwardly. "Uh, what do I need to do, then?"
Daochen smiled at him. "To keep you from bursting apart, we'll put you through a series of training exercises. The process might be a little brutal. I hope you can endure it."
At those words, Dijiang instinctively shuddered. If even the Demon Emperor said something like that, the days ahead would certainly not be pleasant.
He looked at Daochen timidly. "Can I back out?"
Daochen regarded him with amusement. "Scared now? Unfortunately, it's too late."
After that, Dijiang's agonized screams rang out from the Demon Emperor