Thanks for the Invite, but I'm in the Primordial World—and Refuse to Be the Demon Emperor
Chapter 1944

The Primordial World's Crisis

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This was the longest the Demon Emperor had ever spent studying. For a million years, he had immersed himself in an ocean of knowledge, exploring it to his heart's content.

And over that time, he had studied the laws of the entire Great Void.

So this was what the Great Void was like. Its laws were so utterly captivating.

At the same time, the Demon Emperor finally realized something: the gap between them and the Angel Race was far greater than a mere million years.

During these six months, the worlds of the Great Void had expanded several times over, and new worlds had also grown into being.

However, because of the changes in the Angel Race, the vast majority of worlds had joined the Angel Alliance.

Even so, the Angel Alliance continued to retreat in defeat. The terrifying Abyss Empire had become nothing more than a tool for the abyssal will's expansion.

Under the absolute dominion of the abyssal will, the entire Abyss was evolving flawlessly, advancing without cease.

Every race in the Abyss was evolving at a frantic pace.

This extraordinary transformation made the entire Abyss stronger and stronger.

"Your Majesty, Demon Emperor, it's time to return. We've been away for far too long."

"Your Majesty, it has been a million years. The Primordial World hasn't evolved in a million years, and it has fallen behind the other worlds. We must go back."

The Demon Emperor looked at Human Sovereign Fuxi, seeming to come out of a daze. "Has it already been a million years? Time seems to have flown by. Every day has been so fulfilling. These have been the most meaningful million years of my life."

Human Sovereign Fuxi gave a bitter smile. "Yes. That is how vast the gap between us and the Angel Empire

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