The Demon Emperor kept patting her head. If a person's thoughts were altered and he believed he was dissolving, even his cells would eventually all but dissolve.
It was like someone believing he was truly dead-then he really would die. This was no joke.
After the Demon Emperor's repeated reassurances, Qingchan barely recovered some of her reason. But the flickering in her eyes made it clear that whatever was influencing her was still there.
The Demon Emperor snorted coldly. "Get lost."
His roar formed a sound wave that repelled every trace of strange energy around them.
The Demon Emperor suspected that those undetected, unusual energies were influencing Qingchan.
There had to be something unusual in this Sacred Land.
The Demon Emperor's roar brought Qingchan back to her senses.
She looked around in surprise. "Father, what just happened to me? Why does my head feel so muddled?"
The Demon Emperor smiled faintly. "Nothing happened just now. You're fine. You've been fine all along."
Qingchan's brow furrowed. Clearly, she could sense the disturbance nearby, but since nothing was wrong, she stopped dwelling on it.
Before long, they reached the depths of the Sacred Land. The Demon Emperor could sense more and more of that strange energy influencing their thoughts here. He had to disperse it from time to time to ensure they remained unaffected.
It did not take long for them to reach a great gate. Passing through it would bring them into the true Sacred Land.
The Demon Emperor stepped forward and knocked politely. "We mean no harm. He guided us here."
The Demon Emperor took out Godslayer.
He believed the people inside must be watching them.
Qingchan sheltered beside the Demon Emperor, as though being there made her feel much safer. "Can they understand what we're saying?"
The Demon Emperor