Dao Ancestor Hongjun laughed. "Hahaha! With Fate behind it, how could the curse vanish so easily? Can it actually be broken? Take a guess!"
He felt immensely satisfied. As long as Daochen suffered a setback, his heart brimmed with delight.
Daochen was slightly angered. Not one of these fellows could be trusted.
They did not take him seriously at all.
Every one of them thought they could hold him in the palm of their hand.
But he let out a soft sigh.
"Ah, so that's how it is. Dao Ancestor Hongjun, you'd best look out for yourself. In the Primordial World today, I alone am the strongest, and I alone can still stand against them. If you want to see everything you created destroyed in a single stroke, then keep lying dormant."
"If you still have even a shred of resistance left, even a little unwillingness to submit, give me a response. I'll help free you even if I have to risk my life."
"I can promise you this: as long as you help me this once, I will never hand the Primordial World over to these fellows."
Hearing Daochen's words, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's expression changed drastically.
He suddenly clutched his head, which hurt as though it were splitting apart.
The original Dao Ancestor Hongjun's soul, which had been utterly subdued, actually began to resist wildly under Daochen's provocation.
The soul, which had already been gradually fading into oblivion, actually began to grow stronger again.
This was Dao Ancestor Hongjun's soul making its final struggle, its last act of resistance.
"Daochen, you despicable wretch! You really were scheming against me! Had I known, I never would have let you out. I should have destroyed you outright!"
Demon Emperor Daochen remained calm. These fellows were arrogant beyond measure. Did they really