The Demon Emperor was deeply displeased with Caesar's actions. He felt the fellow had no integrity whatsoever.
But what could he do? Neither his strength nor his other abilities were enough to stop Caesar.
Forcing him to stay would do little good anyway.
He could only watch Caesar leave.
The Demon Emperor turned his gaze toward the Primordial World. There was little time left before the disaster of the Divine Light Gate ended.
Probably less than three thousand years.
If he could use those three thousand years to advance the Primordial World another step, it could still be saved. If not, its ultimate fate would be destruction.
The Demon Emperor returned to the Primordial World and intensified everyone's training in using the power of the Snow Lotus World.
In the ghoul territory of the Abyss Empire, Ghost Grandson described his experiences to his teacher, his face full of pent-up frustration.
"Although I did reap quite a few benefits in the end, when has our Ghoul Clan ever suffered such humiliation?"
"I hope you can help me, Teacher, and wipe out every last one of those fellows who slandered us ghouls."
"They are mortal enemies of the Abyss Empire. Leaving them alive will truly work against us. To think a mere Nine-Star World actually concealed a great void god! Unless we destroy that great void god, they will never learn the meaning of suffering."
Ghost Grandson was helpless too. He had originally intended to join forces with a few friends. Wouldn't capturing a single great void god be as easy as reaching out his hand?
Unfortunately, things had gone against his wishes. That fellow had actually drawn in many great void gods, but they paid Ghost Grandson no mind at all. As a newly ascended expert, he barely counted for