This Cosmic Era's supreme seat of Dao looks tempting but is actually quite difficult to manage.
If you use it, you'll become my child.
To put it mildly, you'll be my retinue.
Become a part of the beings split from my hair, a part of my body structure.
In a sense, Fu Qingjun has already become the truly ultimate evil, a terrifying unknowable level Evil God, hidden behind the scenes of the Era. He lingers in the universes of past and future, standing above time, space, and life. The entire universe's mighty beings, endless Celestial Venerables, Daoist Monarchs, are all puppets dancing from his brain through his hair's conduits.
Puppet beings.
Enslaving nature.
"Cough cough cough."
Fu Qingjun coughed twice,
"Indeed, as a young hero of justice, to defeat this decadent Era's hidden threat, one can only walk unconventional paths. Look at all those young just heroes of the past, how many have died?"
