The Emperor led the True Gods on a journey, pursuing the Dark Divine King Minis in the Lower Realm.
Minis was again employing clandestine machinations, making all sorts of troublesome moves that amused him.
He was simply of another type: while he remained clear-minded and ascetic, Minis reveled in such chaos.
"Too bad, the world has lost another rival."
The Emperor silently looked up, suddenly perceiving a familiar aura fading away; the Witch Emperor had departed from this world.
In this world, few people could catch his eye.
Without a doubt, Zhu Qi was among those closest to him and Minis in terms of talent, belonging to a tier with Tukashi, reaching the pinnacle of normal life's potential.
Yet he surpassed the limit, and Minis reached two talents at their limit.
But he still admired Zhu Qi.
Madness, obsession, purity, even willing to cut off one's foundation and destroy future prospects, such ruthlessness and decisiveness were rare.
