With Hou Qing in tow, they headed toward the Primordial World.
There was not a single Resentment Ghost along the way, and once they left the Nether Soil,
the feeling of being watched vanished completely.
Daochen snorted coldly. Those three fellows really were cautious. They had actually followed him all the way out of the Nether Soil.
But did they think that settled the matter? Absolutely not.
He planned to clear out those Resentment Aggregates once he returned.
Individually, these things were not powerful, but their numbers were enormous. If he wiped them out and absorbed their pure energy, he might seize this opportunity to break through to the nine heavens of the Saint Realm.
Then dealing with those three wretched things would be much easier.
Soon, they reached the edge of the Primordial World.
Seeing the densely packed Resentment Aggregates, Hou Qing looked utterly shocked. "Why are there so many Resentment Ghosts here? These numbers are terrifying! At the rate those bugs spit out crystal cores, wouldn't it take them hundreds of kalpas?"
"How is that possible? Could there be other regions of Nether Soil?"
Hou Qing's words gave Demon Emperor Daochen pause. Indeed, why hadn't he thought of that earlier?
After all, he had seen Resentment Aggregates coming from four directions.
If there really were other regions of Nether Soil, then he might truly have gotten it wrong.
But they had already reached the edge of the Primordial World. Going back now would clearly be rather awkward.
"Forget it. I'll explore again next time. Let's return to the Primordial World first."
"The Primordial World has changed tremendously. You certainly haven't seen what it looks like now. This is an age of great contention: the Human Race contends with the other races, while the Heavenly Dao, Fate, and I,