Worthy of Being My Predecessor

Old White Ape muttered to himself.

"The Demon Domain Lord who once stood high above all, only to be tortured and ravaged by a Demon God."

"Escaping certain death by chance and entering the Demon God Realm."

"Stirring up a storm before the great war begins..."

"Truly raising the curtain on the final battle, and serving as a sacrifice to consecrate the banner..."

The script he had polished countless times surfaced in Old White Ape's mind.

His eyes brimmed with anticipation, and he looked extraordinarily excited.

But a few seconds later, his gaze became calm again, as still as an ancient well.

The contrast in his demeanor was immense!

Time ticked by. The Eight-Tailed Fox's pain gradually faded, and its faint breathing steadily evened out. Freed from the influence of the Mandala Flower's stalks, it continuously absorbed wisps of Demon Aura into its body, and the conspicuous scars on its exterior healed at a visible rate.

What surprised Old White Ape, however, was that once the wounds scabbed over, the Eight-Tailed Fox stopped healing itself. Instead, it slowly rose, still somewhat weak, and gazed calmly at him.

"Not going to continue?"

"They'll leave scars."

Smiling, Old White Ape pointed at its wounds.

The Eight-Tailed Fox shook its head indifferently. "Only by leaving them will I remember what I've experienced all these years and go further."

"Excellent!"

"Striving to better yourself!"

"Worthy of being my predecessor!"

Old White Ape's voice was full of praise as he gave it a thumbs-up.

But the Eight-Tailed Fox merely gave him a calm glance, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

"Aren't you curious why I came to save you?"

"Before you were imprisoned, I was your greatest enemy. Saving you offers me no benefit, no matter how you look at it."

Old White Ape asked with