Suddenly, the Devil Ancestor's expression changed. He looked behind him with delighted surprise as a tiny figure sprang out from behind him and burrowed into his body.
"Hahaha, I have it! I've uncovered the secrets behind the construction of your Demon Realm. From this day onward, your Demon Realm is merely one of the many worlds, nothing worth worrying about."
Daochen looked at the tiny figure in bewilderment. He had no recollection of it at all, and even the Demon Realm's Heavenly Dao had failed to detect it.
The thing had rushed straight over as though it did not exist.
Watching the little thing disappear, Daochen felt an inexplicable unease. It actually carried a dense Power of Fate, not a curse.
He looked at the Devil Ancestor Luo Hou. What exactly was that fellow Fate trying to do?
Fate spoke again.
"Finish building the Demon Realm. If you hide inside it, I will spare your life. But if you remain obstinate and keep wandering about, don't blame me for showing you no mercy."
"Keep your hands out of the Primordial World's affairs, or don't blame me for being ruthless."
This time, Fate spoke with enormous arrogance and absolute conviction. Put plainly, he had no intention of letting Daochen continue to develop.
He wanted Daochen to hole up in this world and stop taking part in anything happening in the Primordial World.
If that happened, it would be no different from wiping Daochen out.
If there was any benefit, it was that he could hole up in the Demon Realm and cultivate without any concerns until his eventual breakthrough.
Unfortunately, who could guarantee that he would truly break through?
Who could be certain that he would not simply keep cultivating until he died?
Even Sages, undying and indestructible, would feel the