"...This time, I shall offer all living beings in a blood sacrifice and reopen the Moruo Great Dao!"
The will of the Moruo Colossal Elephant King, which had occupied Elephant Forty-Nine's body, could not help throwing back its head and roaring at the sky.
Joy, anger, excitement, anticipation...countless emotions crossed the gulf of years and life and death, converging in this moment.
Deep furrows crisscrossed its demonic body, and Demonic Flame danced wildly.
Streams of almost tangible True Spirit will surged toward it.
How could it not be excited? How could it not be thrilled?
After tens of thousands of years lying dormant, all its remaining True Spirit will had been scattered among the Dao Seeds and merged into this world.
There had been no perception, no change.
It would not have been wrong to say it had been dead for tens of thousands of years.
Now, the contingency it had left behind before its great battle with True Person Sanhe had finally ripened and borne fruit after tens of thousands of years.
Not only that, though its original body had perished, its True Spirit will had been reborn through the flesh and blood of this world's living beings. It had turned disaster into fortune, shedding the shell of a Primordial God and Devil. From now on, it would no longer be affected by its origins as a World Eater and could advance without restriction, just like the beings within this world...
But its excitement did not last long. It soon noticed the human cultivator studying it with a subtle look not far away.
Clad in Azure robes, he stood calmly amid the lightning and fierce winds, seemingly unaffected.
He was particularly conspicuous.
"Hmm, art thou the Human Race cultivator who aided my return?"
A distinctly condescending look flashed through