Daochen watched them with a relaxed expression. In truth, from beginning to end, none of these troubles had amounted to trouble for him.
Within the Primordial World, very few could threaten him at the seventh heaven of the Saint Realm.
Only Heavenly Dao Hongjun had been able to affect him somewhat at first.
But after he broke through to the eighth heaven of the Saint Realm, even Heavenly Dao Hongjun could no longer stir his interest.
Ever since he discovered that incomparably vast Resentment Aggregate, he had felt a flicker of excitement.
This thing had clearly been fused together deliberately.
Then who, exactly, had done it?
What did they intend to do with this enormous creature?
These questions had lingered in Daochen's mind.
He had simply kept them to himself. He, too, wanted to see who was directing everything from behind the scenes.
Especially after reaching the edge of the Primordial World and discovering those seemingly endless Resentment Aggregates, he had grown even more excited.
How could an old fox like him fail to spot such an obvious trap? He had merely refrained from saying anything.
He wanted to see who stood behind all this. This revived being could gather so many Resentment Aggregates and lay a reasonably well-concealed trap-just how far had it grown? At least in terms of intelligence, it was no worse than an ordinary living being.
That was why he had patiently played along with them for so long: to make these creatures reveal their true faces.
But the moment he saw these five, that flicker of excitement in Daochen's heart vanished.
They were powerful, but individually, they were only on Hongjun's level. Even with all five joining forces, they still needed a formation to trap the two of them.
Clearly, they had little confidence in