"So, you came to kill me?" Xu Zimo asked.
What the Undying Saint King said was not wrong.
The era when demons descended had already been a matter of the Great Ancient Era.
He had risen to fame in the Upper Ancient Era. The gap in between was self-evident.
Many things had long been buried beneath the dust of time.
The old man smiled and nodded.
He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a handful of sand from the ground.
This desert lacked everything but sand.
The coarse grains flowed through his palm until, in the end, only a single grain remained in his hand.
"If it were during that ancient era when demons descended,
perhaps before you, I would have been as weak as a single grain of sand.
But your era has long since passed.
Even the people of the world have forgotten it.
To me now, you are no more than this grain of sand."
"You are wrong. Who can truly make sense of the events of eternity?" Xu Zimo replied calmly.
"You, honestly. Wouldn't it have been better to spend your old age peacefully at Wu Haiya?
Why insist on stirring up these muddy waters?"
"If I, the Bone Buryer, can bury the Devil Master of old, then I will have no regrets in this life," the Undying Saint King said, shaking his head.
"This is why I came.
Not for gratitude or grudges, only to leave no regrets."
"Whether you will have no regrets, I do not know.
But you will certainly lose your good name in your old age," Xu Zimo said, clapping his hands.
From the windblown sand filling the sky, several figures brimming with demonic energy slowly emerged.
Among them were Baimeng, the Seven-Faced Demon General, the Crimson Blade Bull Demon,