On the golden throne, the Heterochromic-Eyed Man spoke with a faint edge of menace.
He was strikingly handsome, enough to make Chu Mu wonder whether he would really look like that when he grew up.
The things he had done, toying with mortal destinies from on high, were hard for Chu Mu to stomach.
An Aeon this shameless and despicable was his past incarnation?
Chu Mu ignored the Heterochromic-Eyed Man's threat and said coldly:
"You're just a remnant of consciousness trapped in an incubation chamber. Do you still think you're the god who once ruled over the life and death of all things?"
Chu Mu paused, then continued:
"I haven't reached the pinnacle of this Path. Even if I betray it, I'll only lose the power it grants, just like that eyeless Emanator."
"Indeed, only Aeons fall when they betray their Paths." The Heterochromic-Eyed Man chuckled. "Aeons are great beings who preside over Paths, and wretched creatures bound by them."
He gazed at Chu Mu and said quietly:
"On the Path I opened, those below must obey those above. Whoever travels the farthest along the Path can command everyone else. You can draw everyone around you onto this Path. At least until you fall, none of them will betray you."
"I told you, I won't inherit your Path." Anger crept into Chu Mu's voice. "I've seen your memories. You had plenty of beautiful memories too. What exactly made you become so extreme?"
"You've seen my memories?" The Heterochromic-Eyed Man's expression turned cold. "Heh. Fuli."
"The Aeon of Remembrance, Fuli?" Realization dawned on Chu Mu. "Those memories I saw were forced on me by them?"
"Who else could it have been?" the Heterochromic-Eyed Man said coldly.
"I thought it was Aha," Chu Mu said, shaking his head.
"Aha?" The Heterochromic-Eyed Man