"Revenge? Why would I want revenge?"
Daochen looked at Xuanming with a faint, enigmatic smile.
So what if he was the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race?
Those Greater Demons who had died had nothing whatsoever to do with him. Why should he avenge them?
Did he have nothing better to do?
Before Xuanming could speak, Daochen swept his sleeve, and she immediately landed in the Spiritual Field where the Xiantian Spiritual Roots grew.
"Go farm and behave yourself!"
With that, Daochen returned straight to the Sun God Palace. He was in no mood to continue his secluded cultivation now!
Seeing that Daochen had no intention of dealing with either of them, Houtu breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Daochen had taken command of the Demon Race with the approval of the Heavenly Dao Will, at least the situation had not reached the point of no return.
Houtu promptly joined Xuanming in diligently tending the Xiantian Spiritual Roots.
In the void, immeasurably far beyond the Sun Star.
Bai Ze and the other Greater Demons gathered once more.
"Now that the Demon Emperor has assumed his rightful position, let us each return to our cultivation grounds. We must not clash with the Witch Clan and cause trouble for the Demon Emperor!"
Bai Ze warned them with a solemn expression.
It was true that the Heavenly Dao Will had recognized Daochen as the Demon Emperor, but given his temperament, whether he would care if these Greater Demons lived or died was another matter entirely.
Thus, until Daochen explicitly left the Sun Star to lead the demons, they had best avoid causing him trouble.
Otherwise, before the Twelve Ancestral Witches could kill them, Daochen might give them a beating first!
Hearing Bai Ze's words, Ghost Chariot, Qinyuan, and the other Greater Demons could