Nüwa looked worried. "Be careful out there. If you encounter danger, come back at once."
"Whatever you do, don't venture into danger alone. All the burdens rest on your shoulders now."
Daochen's expression was grave as he nodded slightly. "I'll be careful. What I'm looking for is the Space-Time Box. Tales of this treasure have circulated in the Primordial World for ages, yet it has never truly appeared."
"It isn't actually all that useful, but someone needs it now."
He offered no detailed explanation.
Nüwa did not press him either. "All right. Be careful."
Still uneasy, Daochen reminded her, "If anything happens, flee into Chaos immediately. It's much safer there, after all."
"If you truly can't escape, preserving your life comes first. Don't let your emotions get the better of you. Staying alive is what matters."
Nüwa nodded and looked at Daochen in turn. "The same goes for you."
After weathering several crises, Daochen and Nüwa's feelings for each other had grown ever deeper.
They now regarded each other as the most important person in their lives.
When faced with danger, either would give their life for the other.
Likewise, whenever they parted, both would worry terribly.
In truth, Daochen had long since made the Demon Territory as impregnable as a fortress of iron.
Not only had he laid down several Sage formations here, but even a true Sage would be unable to break through them anytime soon.
Even if Fate acted personally.
He was not worried.
For he had left countermeasures here as well.
After absorbing the Fate Curse.
He had gained some understanding of Fate's power.
He knew what made this power special, so he had made arrangements specifically to counter it.
The Demon Emperor now had no fear whatsoever of contending with Fate.
Daochen said nothing more.