Only in the heart of the formation, when all seven demon implements had returned to their original places, seven unique beams of demonic light intertwined and spiraled fiercely, enveloping the entire formation.
Vaguely, there appeared a twisted demon shadow, as if standing at the peak of ancient mountains.
He, alone in demon form, calmly overlooked all living beings.
Whether it was a time of suffering or a time of prosperity, his pupils showed no signs of fluctuation.
"Realm of Desire, after all, is but a trivial land."
"Though I, the Seven Sins Demon God, may reign supreme here and aspire to triumph over All Heavens, I still have a long journey ahead."
"How must I proceed to become stronger?"
"Must I really collaborate with the human race? To forge a contract, to accept the infusion of Ability, to lose my freedom—is this truly a price I can bear?"
The demon shadow lowered its head, looking at its own demon hand, momentarily lost.
