Demon Lord Nine Calamities' words echoed amidst the endless rain.
Neither Tian Yongheng nor Zhu Dong spoke, both silently waiting for him to continue.
The Demon Lord slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before exhaling. Only then did the turbulent emotions within his heart gradually settle.
When he opened his eyes once more, they had already regained their usual calmness.
"The truth is actually much simpler than you imagine."
He began, his voice extremely heavy.
He slowly turned to look towards Tian Yongheng.
"The Demon Saint was never truly important."
Tian Yongheng's gaze immediately sharpened, feeling as if something massive was about to be revealed to him.
"The resurrection of the Archaic Forbidden Demon God was also not important."
The Demon Lord's next sentence caused Zhu Dong's brows to knit together.
"And even the Righteous-Demonic War itself wasn't important."
Rain continued falling between the three as Demon Lord Nine Calamities slowly continued.
