There was little he could say about the matter.
He truly was powerless. Time was not something anything else could replace.
All manner of miraculous elixirs had their limits. Cultivation could only proceed steadily; there were no shortcuts.
Demon Emperor Daochen returned to the Primordial World.
He told everyone about his experiences during this time, and his many legendary tales filled them with longing.
When they heard that Primordial Gods were the most basic, bottommost existences in the outside world,
everyone was deeply shaken. Super Overlords and Overlords were merely cannon fodder, and Primordial Gods were only somewhat stronger cannon fodder. There truly were many far more powerful existences.
"There's no need to worry, everyone. We pose no threat to them for now, and the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood War is a fine opportunity for us to catch up with and surpass them."
"Fewer than four thousand years have passed, and I'm already close to the Primordial God realm."
"Perhaps I'll break through before long."
"But I must still warn you not to force a breakthrough just for the sake of reaching a higher realm. If you still have room to improve your strength as a Super Overlord, you must keep your foundation steady and make the most of yourselves. This is the most critical time for determining how far you can go in the future."
This was also the fundamental reason the Demon Emperor would not let them break through. He had created an exceptionally safe environment precisely so they could cultivate with calm hearts and peaceful minds.
Everyone understood something of the Demon Emperor's painstaking intentions.
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. We will make our foundations firm and never rush recklessly ahead."
While they were chatting, the golden dragon of human path fortune suddenly appeared beside the Demon Emperor.
He nudged