After a moment, the Primordial Heavenly Demon Lord finished his divination, his frown deepening. He had calculated for so long, yet came up with nothing.
This was rather remarkable. With his status and strength, apart from the Saints, he could predict a thing or two about other Daluo Jinxian of the Primordial.
But this time, he came up empty, which suggested that the unjust accusation against him must at least involve a Saint.
"These great divine transcendents of the Prehistoric World are really going too far. I have already been sealed for such a long time, yet they still refuse to let me go, constantly trying to pin unfounded blames on me."
The Primordial Heavenly Demon Lord could no longer endure this. When pots fall from the sky whilst one merely sits at home, who could endure it? Let alone him, a Demon Lord.
