Although he badly wanted to say the man was spouting bullshit, the Devil Ancestor did not dare.
Heavenly Dao Hongjun had been there just now. Had he struck, the Devil Ancestor might truly have suffered devastating losses.
As for dying without a place to be buried, that was an exaggeration.
In the entire Primordial World, no one but Demon Emperor Daochen could make him feel that way.
Besides, the Demon Emperor would not attack him lightly. After all, he had never offended him.
In fact, he had always treated him with great respect.
Devil Ancestor Luo Hou felt utterly helpless. The Primordial World had many powerful figures, and their mutual checks and balances were what kept it stable today.
He had his reasons for planning to strike. He wanted to take the Lord of Fate's place and become one of those figures who held the others in check.
Unfortunately, he never got the chance.
"Hmph, the Human Race really is a pack of petty scoundrels. Why not step out into the open instead of sneaking around like chicken thieves and dog snatchers?"
But he was merely indulging his tongue. The moment he finished speaking, he fled far away, giving no one an opening.
Only after watching him leave did Human Sovereign Fuxi slowly emerge.
He, too, let out a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, everyone had kept watch over one another this time, preventing any major trouble.
He only hoped the Lord of Fate would stop stirring up such nonsense in the future.
He always believed his schemes were meticulous, when they were riddled with holes. He always thought he could control everything, when people who broke free of fate were everywhere.
The fellow simply was not cut out to govern fate.
His selfish desires weighed too heavily on him.