At the border of the Primordial World, Human Sovereign Fuxi led a contingent of Perfect God puppets slowly toward the Abyss Empire.
Years might pass before his return. Whether he would live or die was uncertain, and the road ahead was impossible to predict. Yet Human Sovereign Fuxi walked with an easy, unrestrained air, brimming with heroic resolve.
Just as Nüwa had said, living forever beneath the Demon Emperor's shadow, sheltered by him like useless dependents, was oppressive not only for Human Sovereign Fuxi but for many of the Primordial World's other powerful figures as well.
The Demon Emperor was too powerful. His strength loomed like a mountain, pressing down on them until they could barely breathe.
How they longed to take the burden from the Demon Emperor's hands and say, "With me here, the Primordial World has nothing to fear."
Unfortunately, their meager abilities truly could not take the stage at this moment.
As they watched Human Sovereign Fuxi's departing figure, many were filled with envy.
Just then, Qingchan searched the surroundings in a panic. "Dad, something's wrong! Qingxuan's gone! Could he have followed Uncle?"
Everyone's expression changed, and they hurried to search everywhere.
Although Qingxuan had always conducted himself with great composure, standing behind Qingchan like a shadow,
everyone knew he had ideas of his own. He certainly did not intend to remain a mere shadow.
Demon Emperor Daochen, however, remained unhurried. The Heavenly Dao had already alerted him that Qingxuan had slipped out among the Mechanical Puppets.
But so what? Not only did he refrain from stopping him, he actually admired him for it.
Wasn't such courage only natural in a son of Demon Emperor Daochen?
If he were so timid that he only dared to sit behind everyone else, the Demon Emperor would have looked down