The Devil Ancestor looked at the little sparrow, his face brimming with lofty ambition, and found it all rather unreal.
Still, at that moment, the Devil Ancestor truly could not muster any interest in rebuilding the Demon Realm.
There was no helping it. This failure had dealt him a crushing blow.
Especially since the monster he had summoned had nearly destroyed the Primordial World.
In the end, he had been forced to ask the Demon Emperor to intervene.
Most importantly, he had distrusted the Demon Emperor from the very beginning, believing his reputation was hollow and that he could never deal with that monster.
Unfortunately, a single punch had cemented the Demon Emperor's fame.
It had nearly driven the Devil Ancestor into shutting himself away.
Could the gap between me and the Demon Emperor really be this enormous?
And to think I had been so arrogant in front of the Demon Emperor.
I had practically slapped myself in the face.
"Lord of Fate, I think I still need some time to recuperate. I'm in terrible shape right now."
He had the will, but lacked the strength.
After all, Fate had damaged his very foundation at the outset. Now, after experiencing failure once again, he had reached the depths of despair.
The Five-Colored Golden Luan Sparrow paid no heed to any of that. He had only told the Devil Ancestor to notify him, hoping to keep him from resisting.
"In that case, recuperate for a while. I'll borrow your body for now."
Before the Devil Ancestor could react, Fate took possession of his body.
"Phew, this body is quite good. Just the right balance of softness and firmness, and tremendous strength."
Fate was very satisfied.
He had possessed this fellow once before. Had he not met Daochen, the Devil Ancestor's body