The white-bearded old man stroked his beard, then thought of something else. "Based on what we currently know, Demon Gods really can't use 'myths and legends' alone as anchors. Most Demon Gods have terrible images, and an utterly vile image is unlikely to become a myth through being passed down over time."
"Yes. Given a Demon God's magnitude, crossing over requires more complicated 'anchors'... some may be so complicated that we can't even comprehend them."
"The more powerful a Demon God, the harder it is for it to make the jump."
The old man on the screen remained motionless, thinking intently. After all, this lay completely beyond the Honggang Civilization's capabilities!
Bai Ze alone could project its information into another World Domain. Their entire civilization couldn't accomplish that.
The might of Demon Gods... truly defied imagination!
As for whether Peak Civilizations knew about this...
Of course they did. How could civilizations capable of hunting Demon Gods not know?
In the perilous Demon God's Sea, the more one knew, the less happy one was.
Finally, the white-bearded old man waved his rough hands and said with a bitter smile, "Forget it. Let's not worry needlessly... we'll discuss this with the Wanhai Civilization."
"Cooperate with that... Bai Ze and come back alive. That's our only short-term goal."
"If you can establish a good relationship, even better."
"We can't do much about anything else. We don't even have a Transcendent. We're just an ordinary civilization that can only go with the flow!"
"Yes, sir!"
Just like that, twenty days hurried by.
The rumbling engines churned through the water, steadily advancing as directed.
There were noticeably fewer monsters in this stretch of sea. Clumps of writhing, fine strands resembling black hair appeared on the surface, like countless slender worms swimming ceaselessly through