"Fun, such fun. Young people these days really do think more broadly than those old things from the Primordial Era. This old mother likes it."
The Unborn Venerable Mother applauded the young people's performance art.
It was a spectacle she had never seen even in the Primordial Era.
"Each new generation surpasses the last. The world really is progressing, and this old mother must keep pace with the times too. Let me think. How should I progress?"
The Empress had no idea that her struggle to survive had actually encouraged the Ancient First Evil God.
Had she known, she would certainly have felt ten percent honored-and ninety percent terrified.
The Ancient First Evil God brimming with enthusiasm was frightening just to think about.
Even Shakyamuni Buddha would have shuddered to hear it.
But the Empress had no time to think about that now.
She stared at the Bone-Scraping Blade, utterly dumbfounded.
"Who are you?"
The Bone-Scraping Blade said, "...I'm your big brother."
Even the Empress's remnant soul seemed to crack under that outrageous remark, nearly dissipating like smoke.
She had indeed had an older brother five hundred years ago.
Later, she had sent him on his way.
The reason was that her brother had actually opposed her moving against the Nine Heavens. His mockery had been so loud back then, and she had disliked it.
Even when the Nine Heavens later beat her to death, the Empress had not regretted killing her brother.
Just because I was wrong doesn't mean you get to say so.
I might not be able to beat the Nine Heavens, but can't I beat you?
How could she not be frightened, suddenly seeing a dead man now?
The Empress was not the only one afraid. The Bone-Scraping Blade was afraid too.
As a newly born