Daochen waved a hand. He had no interest whatsoever in these words of flattery.
"I hope you won't waste this essence."
"This is my hope for the Witch Clan."
Dijiang was deeply moved. Just as he was about to say something, a figure suddenly flashed past beside him.
Demon Emperor Daochen appeared before him and stuffed it straight into his mouth before he could react.
"There's something I didn't tell you. Those two Chaos Demon Gods were revived corpses, so the taste is truly foul. Just bear with it!"
Dijiang fought back the urge to vomit. It really was like eating a rotting corpse, and the sensation went straight to his head.
But to avoid wasting it, he could only force himself to swallow.
His stomach churned, then a searing sensation shot straight to the top of his head.
It left him dizzy and struggling to breathe, as though he were about to die.
At that instant, Daochen saw golden shackles emerge all over Dijiang's body.
The Lord of Fate and Daochen exchanged a glance, each seeing the horror in the other's eyes.
They had never seen shackles like these. It was as though they had been there since birth, but why would an entire race be bound?
Could Pangu really have placed them there?
Did other races have them too? What would happen if these shackles were broken?
Demon Emperor Daochen was no longer certain.
He had a feeling that this matter was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.
By now, Dijiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was roaring furiously, trying to break free of the shackles on his body.
But his strength was nowhere near enough.
At that moment, the chaos essence began slowly merging into his body. After reaching its limit, his strength actually