"Ah, what an interesting life!"
Yemo Shayi opened his eyes as a dim beam flashed across. To him, the life of the Disease God was merely interesting. The Disease God was strong indeed, but Yemo Shayi worshipped the Dark Sun in Pan Yu world. Therefore, no strong creatures from outside that world could mean anything to him.
"What a profound Dao!"
Unlike Yemo Shayi, what Ji Hao sensed from the Disease God’s long life story was the great Dao in the Chaos, which seemed to be disordered and chaotic, but was actually perfectly, mystically organized.
Disease God’s journey in the Chaos, the dangers he survived, those magical places he had been, were all embodiments of all fantastic types of great Dao in the Chaos.