Leaving aside the peaceful coexistence in the Nether Soil.
Ever since the Demon Emperor had sensed the danger, he had begun studying how to set up a great formation within the Primordial World. Every so often, he would explain the Great Dao to everyone.
Afterward, he would also provide various kinds of supplementary training for Primordial World experts on the verge of a breakthrough. Demon Emperor Daochen had poured his heart and soul into helping them break through quickly.
He spent the rest of his time studying the great formation.
These void beings were extraordinarily unusual creatures, impossible to hit with normal attacks while they were in their void state.
He needed to develop a formation capable of harming them even while they were in that state.
That required a particular power: the power of the void.
Only the power of the void could counter the power of the void.
But what exactly was the void? That was a difficult question to resolve.
He could not transform into the void himself, so naturally, he had no way to discover the answer.
At that thought, an urge stirred within the Demon Emperor. If only he could transform into the void.
Only by becoming the enemy and understanding the enemy could he defeat the enemy.
But even after several attempts.
He still had not succeeded.
A sense of urgency gripped him. Perhaps, at some point, the entire Primordial World would face destruction, and he would be powerless to stop it.
He did not want to end up like that.
Yet the more he felt this way, the harder it became to find a thread to follow.
Just as he was at his wits' end, a voice rang out from his belly.
"Great Demon Emperor, please allow Molan to say a few words."