"We rushed things so much that only a brainless fool wouldn't grow suspicious. Oh, I forgot-you really are brainless. Hahaha."
"So what if he grows suspicious?" The third figure laughed, his laughter brimming with utterly twisted delight and madness. "From the moment he entered the Divine Capital, accepted Great Zhou's ancient rites, stepped into the Immortal Hall, and even arrogantly sat in that seat that did not belong to him... he was no longer an outsider."
"Hehehe, he believes his absolute strength can suppress all ages, that he can look down upon all living beings and hold every scheme and conspiracy in the palm of his hand."
"But he forgot."
The blood-red figure seated at the head slowly raised his head. A pair of scarlet blood eyes slowly opened on that indistinct face, revealing boundless venom.
"What can truly bind him has never been some Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, nor the Kanming Heavenly Burial."
"It is himself."
"It is the flourishing incense offerings throughout this Divine Capital, the Great Zhou ancestral vein entwined over millions of years, and, above all, those ridiculous living people he has actually begun to care about."
"Before, he had neither heart nor feeling, loathed the world and cast aside its ways. That was when he truly had no chink in his armor, when he was difficult to imprison," another figure added quietly, his voice disgustingly cloying.
"But now, he has been tainted with that laughable 'human warmth.'"
"With human warmth comes weakness."
"And with weakness, we can finally... invite him back to his rightful place. Hahahaha."
The blood-red figures all broke into stifled laughter.
Their laughter overlapped in layers, eerie as countless shattered divine souls wailing in the darkness.
"Once the Great Zhou Ancestor Sacrifice begins, even with power that endures undying through all ages, he