"Even if he is a Formation Demon, in the end, he is just a Foundation Establishment, a brat who has been alive for just over twenty years."
"Such apprehension seems to overestimate him too much..."
Mr. Tu sneered, then ceased to have any concerns.
He had lived for over a thousand years. During these many years, he wore a human disguise, interacted with various cultivators, and had met all sorts of people.
These people, either deceived, used, or killed by him, ultimately became "stepping stones" for his grand plans.
People are meant to be "used."
Once used, they are discarded or killed, perishing with time, without leaving any trace of karma.
This brat named "Mo Hua" was no exception.
His "mission" was complete, and thus his "destiny" had come to an end.
And with the completion of plans spanning a millennium, the Divine Lord was about to descend, marking a transformative change in his fate.
In Mr. Tu's eyes, a blood-red light flickered, burning with raging ambition.
