Demon Emperor Daochen smiled faintly. "Understood. Rest assured, my lords. Our Primordial World may not have many World Kings, but anyone who wants to prey on us will find it no easy task."
In truth, only he knew that it was not a matter of having few World Kings. He was the only World King in the entire Primordial World.
Why else had he rushed here, if not to help those gifted disciples advance as quickly as possible?
As the Primordial World steadily rose, more and more people began to covet it.
And now, they urgently needed powerful experts to hold the situation steady.
The Demon Emperor alone was, after all, a lone timber struggling to support the whole structure.
But he would never tell the others any of this.
The Primordial World had always been mysterious. Whenever it took part in a conflict, no one had ever managed to get the better of it. Even some of its powerful Great Spirit Gods could wrestle with World Kings.
Demon Emperor Daochen smiled faintly. "I will set up the transit station as soon as possible. When the time comes, I hope I can count on your full support, my lords."
Everyone cupped their hands slightly. "Of course, of course. Once it is built, the Demon Emperor need only say the word, and we will go over to guard the transit station."
"Just give us a shout. Not one of us would refuse."
While they were chatting, a giant walked into the gathering hall.
He had four arms and two heads, with a powerful, muscular build. Golden light radiated from his entire body, and the fluctuations of Eternal Power could be felt within him.
This was an expert who was about to embark on the path of vying for emperorship. He had