Near the Hunters Guild, a Spacetime Wormhole was being opened.
Demon Emperor Daochen stood ready with his troops. Their numbers remained at one hundred thousand, neither more nor less; they had suffered virtually no losses.
Without Dark Beast Kings present, almost no Dark Beast could threaten these Primordial World Warriors.
Director Luo kept reminding him, "When you go over this time, you only need to hold the Spacetime Reactor. Keep the disturbance as small as possible, and don't draw any Dark Beast Kings."
"If you truly can't hold it, you can retreat. Some things are beyond our ability to predict. Anyone who wants to undertake Forging an Emperor Body will inevitably have to take great risks."
"Whoever this person is, he should already have considered the consequences. We only need to do our best."
The Demon Emperor smiled faintly. "Can you give me what you promised?"
"I'm very interested in the Great Emperor Body. I thought a space-time World King was already the pinnacle of this world. I never imagined there were Spacetime Emperors as well."
Director Luo looked helpless. "Their realms are the same, but their strength differs. A Spacetime Emperor is merely a stronger space-time World King. Having lived for so long, his physical strength, combat skills, even his wisdom in certain areas and his accumulated resources are all beyond what a new-generation World King can match."
"Powerhouses like that are also beyond our ability to predict. If you truly can't hold the position, Your Majesty, you can choose to withdraw."
Then he tossed over a jade slip, delivering it into Demon Emperor Daochen's hands.
In fact, the method for Forging an Emperor Body was very simple. It could even be called common knowledge.
Yet over countless years, among countless powerhouses, only a dozen or so had truly