Seeing the Demon Saints behind him seething with indignation, the Devil Ancestor hastily stopped them. "The Demon Realm takes priority. A little impatience can ruin a grand plan. We must not stir up trouble now."
Only then did the Demon Saints come to their senses. They had nearly forgotten that they had come here to establish the Demon Realm.
No wonder the Devil Ancestor was being so cautious.
They had simply been infuriated. A mere Sage of the Primordial World, seemingly only at the Second Heaven of Sainthood, had actually dared to disrespect the Devil Ancestor. It was utterly outrageous.
"Ancestor, you are absolutely right. A little impatience can ruin a grand plan. Fighting them here is meaningless. We should establish the Demon Realm as soon as possible."
"No wonder the Ancestor brought us along. These Sages of the Primordial World are far too troublesome. We really do need to guard against them."
"The Ancestor truly considers everything. He foresaw all of this long ago. Hmph, once the Demon Realm is established, we will be Demon Realm Sages too, immortal and indestructible. Then we can deal with these people of the Primordial World."
"Shh, don't speak so recklessly. Keep that thought to yourself."
The group muttered among themselves below.
Seeing them grow more excited as they spoke,
the Devil Ancestor hurriedly coughed twice.
He interrupted their discussion.
Then he stood up. "In that case, I shall take my leave first. Please, carry on."
He led the Devil Race Sages deeper into the Primordial World.
Fate had already chosen a blessed sanctuary for him.
The southern reaches of the Primordial World were still rather desolate.
Finding this blessed sanctuary was already fortunate enough.
In truth, one reason he had chosen this place was that he did not want to come into