He watched the world he had created take shape little by little.
The sense of accomplishment was beyond words.
At that moment, he wanted only to wring himself dry, spending every last ounce of strength to make his Demon Realm more perfect.
When his last ounce of strength was exhausted, Daochen gazed at the Demon Realm, utterly spent. He could somewhat understand why Pangu had died of exhaustion.
Creating a world truly was addictive. He wished he could bring out everything he had of value and give it to this world.
This was the world he had created. Like his own child, it captivated him until he could no longer tear himself away.
Once the Demon Realm was created, the Demon Emperor suddenly felt an inexplicable pang of dread.
He sensed a danger descending.
Demon Emperor Daochen forced his body to hold up. Standing in midair, he told the Sages beside him, "I sense a danger, something extremely dangerous, heading toward the Demon Realm."
"If my guess is right, neither establishing the Netherworld Office nor creating the Primordial World could have been that easy. Some kind of Aberrant Creature must have interfered."
He could sense that the aura did not resemble that of a living being. It was more like something from beyond the Primordial World.
Suddenly, he sensed the Demon Realm's barriers coming under frenzied assault.
Not only he, but the other Sages sensed it too.
Everyone's expression changed drastically.
"This is bad! Something is invading, and the Demon Emperor is so weak right now. What are we to do?"
"With our strength, we probably can't withstand this danger, but the Demon Emperor should be able to. After all, he's the strongest among us."
"I'm afraid this is no longer a question of whether we can withstand it. We