Xie Tian shook his head, no longer pondering this question that seemed like a myth.
"Furthermore, Xie Ren mentioned that even among the Great Emperors, there are significant differences. Like those Nine Emperors of Evil, they overpower the universe of ages, while other Great Emperors are far weaker..."
He sighed softly.
"Perhaps the thirteen ancestors formed by ancient blood, although comparable to the Great Emperors, still might not match existences like the Nine Emperors."
With unverifiable conjectures calming his uneasy heart, Xie Tian ended the conversation.
He gained quite a bit.
The secrets of the Rakshasa Hell.
The origin of the Rakshasa's initial blood.
The ancient blood of the Evil Star Rakshasa.
And even the entire lineage of the Emperor of the Rakshasa Hell was delivered to his hands.
Even though he desperately wanted to destroy this pawn that almost made him vomit, as Luo Mei noted—at least, this lineage was still useful to him.
