Daochen was somewhat stunned. He had instinctively believed that this fellow was telling the truth.
Even so, Daochen did not lower his guard against him.
"Why are there so many among the Demon Race who worship Shen Ni?"
This was what infuriated Daochen the most.
That thing was clearly Fate's puppet body, though these people might have been acting unwittingly.
Of course, Fate was immensely powerful.
He was far beyond their ability to influence. If Fate set his sights on them, they could only become his puppets.
Immortal Snake fell silent for a moment, then sighed softly. "Great Demon Emperor, please forgive my failure. Of the Demon Race today, I can only control a portion within the Demon Territory. Most have already been controlled by something. Though they appear no different from normal demons, their actions are extremely bizarre, and they are completely beyond control."
"Moreover, their strength grows extraordinarily fast-so fast it is uncanny. They seem to have an endless supply of Spirit Elixirs and Spirit Fruits."
"They stumble upon fortuitous encounters every so often. It happens far too frequently, so frequently that even I find it hard to believe."
"And that is not even the most frightening part."
"The most frightening thing is that these fellows display extraordinary talent even in pill refinement. Their chances of failure are incredibly low."
"No matter what they do, they are far luckier than others."
Listening to him, Daochen could already faintly sense his bitterness.
Though he was a Quasi-Saint, he might not know of Fate's existence.
Moreover, Daochen had found no trace of Fate on this fellow.
His talent did indeed seem far beyond that of ordinary people, comparable to an innate Dao body of the Human Race.
The Human Race was inherently weak, and at lower cultivation levels, the power