The Devil Ancestor was puzzled. This was the mighty God of Fate, yet even he was powerless.
He even wondered whether he had encountered a false Fate.
As though noticing the doubt in the Devil Ancestor's eyes,
the Five-Colored Golden Luan Sparrow took flight and circled around him.
"In the Primordial World today, only Demon Emperor Daochen stands at the pinnacle of power. Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun, possessed by the Heavenly Dao, falls short."
"Their path is to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth to attain sagehood, but Demon Emperor Daochen proved his Dao through strength. His power is the most fundamental and the mightiest of all."
"Only power that formidable can inflict devastating damage on any killing intent or resentment. One force shatters ten thousand arts-that describes Demon Emperor Daochen."
The Devil Ancestor looked at Fate in shock.
He had never expected the Demon Emperor to receive such high praise from Fate.
Though they had joined forces to attack the Demon Realm and nearly destroyed it completely,
in Fate's eyes, the Demon Emperor remained the strongest existence.
An inexplicable jealousy stirred in the Devil Ancestor's heart.
Over the years, he had resorted to any means to grow stronger. Slaughtering his own kind was a trifling matter; all the bamboo in the world would not suffice to record his crimes.
Yet what had he done all this for?
Had it not all been to gain Fate's support?
Yet Fate turned a blind eye to his achievements.
Fate merely treated him as a pawn, even preferring to destroy him if it meant striking at the Demon Emperor.
In Fate's eyes, he, the Devil Ancestor, was merely something that could be sacrificed at any moment.
He had worked so hard, yet still could not obtain what he wanted.
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