In truth, Daochen was not certain either.
He could not be sure that those fellows in the future would truly receive what they were doing now.
Daochen actually had a theory: they had entered history, and history could not be changed, so nothing they did here could possibly be passed down.
But he had no choice but to say otherwise.
He had to comfort them, give them something to hold on to, and offer them some hope.
Otherwise, these fellows would not believe them so readily.
Perhaps some clearheaded Chaos Demon Gods understood that Daochen was merely comforting them, but they did not expose him. They knew that however long they lingered here, it would all remain an illusion in the end.
They were, after all, supreme Demon Gods of Chaos.
How could they live within an illusion?
Rather than endure that, they would be better off dying here and now.
Would it not be better to return their souls to heaven and earth sooner?
Even the Destruction God-Demon, who simply could not die, had grown somewhat weary.
A life without the slightest passion held no meaning at all.
Only growth they could see with their own eyes deserved to be called growth.
Having finally reassured these Chaos Demon Gods, Daochen, Hongjun, and the others began making arrangements.
To set this stretch of history back in order, they would have to split heaven and earth anew.
There was no need to worry about the world's Great Dao, origin, or laws. They were already complete.
What they needed to do now was return the New World to Chaos.
The current Primordial World was not the Primordial World of true history.
Returning it to Chaos could be described as destroying a world, or consigning that world to desolation.
The process was not