A millennium of obsession. It had vanished.
And so, the Dragon King, who had always remained expressionless, finally broke into a smile. "They can live so well even without Divine Techniques and Cultivators. That's more than enough. To think they could develop a civilization like this without Spiritual Power... We underestimated the Human Race... I was wrong. And I'm glad I was!"
Upon hearing such good news, even his dim, remnant soul flickered, shining for a moment with renewed brilliance.
"Time is running out, Su Zhou." Just then, Su Zhou heard the voice of the Artifice Sage. It was most likely an artificial intelligence the Sage had created as a copy of himself, one that was eternally rational and possessed the authority of a Holy Seat. "We can explain later, but since the remnant soul of a Dragon King is here, it would be better to ask him directly. Let him—a true Demon God from the primordial era—explain the relationship between the Mimic Dao and humanity."
