Before Gungun could ask that question, Dream Demon immediately volunteered an explanation after apologizing. "Ever since the Heavenly Soldiers and demon generals joined forces to attack this lowly immortal, I knew Your Majesty would find a way to track me down and make me pay. That is why I came to you of my own accord, to beg Your Majesty for a chance to defend myself."
Defend yourself? I'm a god, and you're a devil. Gods and devils cannot coexist. What is there to defend!
Gungun grumbled inwardly. Still, out of respect for this fellow's courage in coming to his death, he sat down with a thump, opened his bear paw, conjured the Yin-Yang Grinding Bamboo, and took a bite. "Go on. What do you have to say in your defense?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Dream Demon said to Gungun, then poured out a torrent of grievances.
He spoke of failing the Heavenly Demon Tribulation and having no choice but to become a member of the Devil Race. After his fall, the Demon Race refused to acknowledge him, while he neither dared nor wished to go to the Devil Race, leaving him to wander the Primordial World alone. During his wanderings, he had never done anything to harm the Heavenly Court or the Demon Race. Never had he imagined that they would form an allied army to destroy him.
He had only fought back because he had to protect himself. Yet even after breaking through to become a Quasi-Saint and gaining tremendous strength, he had not slaughtered them all, instead sparing Xiong Yuan and the Demon God Mo Xuan. He truly did not want to make enemies of the Heavenly Court and the Demon Race, nor did he dare. Thus, he had come to beg forgiveness, hoping Gungun would let