Far away in the Primordial World, the Demon Emperor sensed something and looked in that direction.
He was somewhat puzzled. "What a strange fluctuation. Has some other terrifying being emerged?"
Seeing the Demon Emperor's reaction, everyone gathered in the Primordial World turned toward the same direction in confusion.
"Lord Demon Emperor, have you noticed something amiss?"
Fuxi could not help asking.
Now, the Demon Emperor's every move tugged at everyone's heart.
The Primordial World simply needed him too badly.
With a wave of his hand, he had swept away those unimaginably terrifying experts of the nine heavens of the Saint Realm.
Such power truly left them trembling with fear.
Most importantly, the Demon Emperor seemed to regard all of it as perfectly natural.
In other words, he did not care about those Saint Realm Experts at all.
He could deal with enemies effortlessly.
Naturally, when the crucial moment came, dealing with the Heavenly Dao and Fate would be just as simple.
And so, without anyone realizing it, the Demon Emperor's standing had risen to a position of supreme authority.
No one dared challenge the Demon Emperor.
Demon Emperor Daochen waved his hand. "All right, let the banquet continue!"
Everyone rejoiced. Since the Lord Demon Emperor showed no sign of worry, there could be no problem. Their trust in him was absolute.
In truth, Demon Emperor Daochen did not particularly enjoy this victory banquet. He had more important things to do.
He needed to prepare for the next step: raising the overall strength of the Primordial World.
But the Primordial World was still the Primordial World, and there was no escaping its social obligations.
Moreover, he still needed to arrange the Primordial World's future balance of power.
Without his permission, even Heavenly Dao Hongjun no longer dared make a move lightly.