Was he being too ostentatious? No. He acted this way because he had enough confidence.
Devil Ancestor Luo Hou, Daoist Shichen, and the others all possessed extraordinary strength, but within the Primordial World, when it came to understanding the Great Dao and commanding the laws of Daoist arts-
Daochen and his companions still stood above them.
Especially within the Primordial World, he had nothing to fear from them.
Clearly, however, the so-called Fate knew none of this.
In fact, Fate could not even control Devil Ancestor Luo Hou.
Let alone anyone else.
And there was another flaw in all this.
As far as he knew, Devil Ancestor Luo Hou was actually at the eighth heaven of the Saint Realm. Although he had temporarily broken through to the ninth heaven on the battlefield, he did not truly possess the strength of that level.
That was also why they had fled in such disarray when they encountered Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
"Huh? Daochen, why are you here? Did the Holy Monk's method work?"
Daochen frowned, not quite understanding what he meant. After all, no one had explained any of this to him in detail.
"Yes, I'm here. I heard the Human Race was in such an uproar that even the chickens were flying and the dogs were jumping. I had to come out and take a look."
Fuxi froze for a moment. Was that it? Hadn't he appeared to save me?
He shook his head. None of that mattered now.
As long as Daochen was here, many problems could be resolved.
Daochen suddenly spoke. "What exactly happened in the Primordial World? You deliberately lured me here. Surely you had some other reason?"
His tone was grave. Clearly, he would not be easily fooled.
In truth, he already knew certain things.
But before Fuxi,