Clearly, his guess had been correct.
Once they were back on the right track.
The three of them walked out with ease.
Everything came so naturally.
The only thing he could not understand was how they had ended up in the Primordial World.
And from the looks of it, not much time had passed.
This was the critical moment in the war between the Devil Race and the Human Race.
"The Primordial World has actually fallen into such chaos. Has Fuxi not returned?"
Daochen's doppelganger was somewhat puzzled.
He remembered that before he went to the Beyond Lands, Fuxi had already left the Demon Realm and returned to the Primordial World.
With the combined strength of the Human Race and the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, they might not have been able to sweep through the Devil Race, but they could still resist its invasion and slowly wipe it out.
Hongjun surveyed his surroundings. Everything was so familiar. "This should be deep within the Primordial World, where Mount Buzhou once stood."
"There aren't many devils here. Who knows what they came here for!"
Daochen looked around. "Forget it. The Primordial World has its own blessings. Let the Ten Thousand Races Alliance and the Human Race deal with these devils. It isn't appropriate for us Sages to intervene."
"Now that we've finally escaped the Devil Ancestor's trap, and all of you have made it out as well, this journey has reached a satisfactory conclusion."
"As for settling the score for that ambush, heh, I'll take my time. I'm in no hurry."
Daochen sneered.
The Devil Ancestor had been thinking far too simply.
He thought he could force Daochen to help him establish the Demon Realm.
But there was something he did not know.
What Demon Emperor Daochen found hardest to endure was