Across the rift, the Nine-Headed Monster's perception was severely disrupted by space and time. He could make things out, but not clearly enough.
He was limited to merely seeing the person.
As expected, the other side is still a projection of the river of time, interfering with my perception. Why would someone come from there? A direct-line descendant making a routine inspection of the Dark Cages moving along the projection? He actually isn't afraid of me. Does he have an Immortal King backing him?
The Nine-Headed Monster narrowed his eyes. However lofty the other party's status, he was not at the Immortal King level, and such scant respect for him was decidedly not to his taste. Neither the Immortal Domain nor the Foreign Realm had such an atmosphere, except among those fellows from the Primeval Ancient World.
Unless a Dark Immortal King jumped out right now to tell him this was also a custom of the darkness faction, he would slap him down. What standing did he have to speak to him as an equal? He could at least bow!
As far as he knew, even if he threw in his lot with the darkness, his status would not be particularly high, but he was still not someone those beneath Immortal Kings could slight. His power and influence would certainly be respectable even among Dark Immortal Kings; he would merely be squeezed out to the front lines to do the dirty work.
"Junior, who do you think you're speaking to? Where are your elders?"
The Nine-Headed Monster spoke coldly.
Although he had never registered with the darkness, that did not stop him from borrowing the tiger's might like a fox. After all, he had escaped from a Dark Cage and even brought down a Reception Ancient Hall. He knew plenty