"You could put it that way." Xu Zimo nodded.
"Darkness Master, one of the former protectors."
"I will restore the Devil Race's former glory. Are you willing to join us?"
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Darkness Master's enormous body shifted slightly, and the entire sky trembled.
"It is precisely what I wish for," Darkness Master replied directly.
"My existence is to revive the Devil Race."
Darkness Master bowed toward the ground. Though he was an old man and held great seniority within the Devil Race,
he remained exceedingly respectful before Xu Zimo.
Not only because Xu Zimo was the Devil Race's new master, but also because Xu Zimo had saved him.
Xu Zimo had reunited his scattered divine soul and awakened him from his slumber of many years.
Without a doubt, it was like being reborn.
Xu Zimo had given him another life, and from any perspective, Darkness Master had no reason to refuse.
Seeing that the other party knew what was good for him, Xu Zimo was spared much trouble.
If Darkness Master had been unwilling to submit, a great battle would have been unavoidable.
Xu Zimo asked, "How did you end up in such a state back then?"
At the question, Darkness Master gave a bitter smile.
"When Master went to go and fell Heaven, although we had entered the Three Corpses Realm, we had ultimately failed to break those shackles.
Before the Heavenly Dao, we were no more than ants."
"The Heavenly Dao exiled me. I should certainly have died, but my luck was good—I once possessed an object that could die in my stead.
That substitute took one death for me, but I was still grievously wounded and did not have long to live.
With no other choice, I separated my divine soul from my body and