In the Demon God's Sea, the gap between civilizations was truly enormous.
When Earth Civilization was still practicing slash-and-burn agriculture, when humans were building the Pyramid and the Great Wall, others had already entered the interstellar age.
In other words, some powerful civilizations had no intention whatsoever of confronting the Demon Gods. They were textbook members of the "tinder faction," calling themselves "the tinder of civilization."
"Then, sir or madam, how can you prove that your mind hasn't been influenced by a Demon God? How can you prove it?" Zhang Ming countered. "If you stop everyone from investing in me and make them miss a great historical opportunity, can you shoulder that historical responsibility?"
That was indeed very difficult to prove.
A Demon God's influence was subtle. Often, a Demon God did not even need an anchor; the influence of its power alone was enough to alter an intelligent being's mind.
Without an anchor, naturally, there was no way to prove that one had been affected.
Confronted with Zhang Ming's questions, the angel-shaped life-form chuckled softly, yet there was not the slightest trace of a smile on its face. Its voice was like the Arctic wind. "Mr. Zhang Ming, I must remind you that, if we classify civilizations by level, the Human Civilization you belong to is not qualified to sit here."
"You are even less qualified to question our Yate Civilization."
Zhang Ming laughed, but his tone was not gentle. "I see... it seems your civilization made some major contribution during the Demon God catastrophe, which is why you consider yourselves superior."
"If that's really the case, then I, Old Zhang, have offended you and owe you an apology."
Zhang Ming was truly skilled at sarcasm. Ghost Crow cackled wickedly.
"Superior?" Old Mountain Goat, sitting beside him, said coldly.