"Primordial World: I, an Iron-Eating Beast, Had My Thoughts Overheard by Houtu ()"!
The East Sea Dragon Palace.
Dijun had come here to see Ao Yue and persuade him to return to his duties in the Heavenly Court. Now, his expression was also exceedingly grim.
A Primordial Unity Great Immortal...
Like a Saint, this was a realm above Quasi-Saint, one from which all living beings could be regarded as ants.
Strictly speaking, Saints were also Primordial Unity Great Immortals. But Saints were special: their Primordial Spirits were entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. Thus, as long as the Heavenly Dao endured, they could never perish, whereas Primordial Unity Great Immortals who were not Saints still faced the danger of death.
But everything had its advantages and disadvantages. By entrusting their Primordial Spirits to the Heavenly Dao, Saints became subject to its constraints. If they defied heaven's will, they would suffer severe punishment, with little hope of escape.
Primordial Unity Great Immortals who were not Saints, however, were not bound by the Heavenly Dao. Even if they defied heaven's will, the Heavenly Dao could not act directly against them. They could be said to hold their lives in their own hands.
Dijun could not say which of these two supreme realms was better. But becoming a Saint required primordial purple qi, and only one strand remained in the world, still in the Dao Ancestor's possession. Without primordial purple qi, attaining Primordial Unity was the only hope for peak Quasi-Saints like them.
Returning to the matter at hand, the Witch Race and Demon Race were the rulers of heaven and earth. They bore a deep, bitter hatred for one another, and their strength was evenly matched. Over the years, as Demon Emperor, he had racked his brains trying to help the Demon Race