"So, you're here to kill me?" Xu Zimei asked.
The words of the Immortal Holy King weren't wrong.
The Demon's Advent Era, that was already a matter of the Primordial Era.
And his fame rose in the Ancient Era, the gap between them is imaginable.
Many things have already been buried by the dust of time.
The elder smiled and nodded.
He extended his right hand and grabbed a handful of sand from the ground.
This desert lacks everything except sand.
The coarse sand flowed in his palm, until finally, only a single grain remained in the elder's hand.
"If it were in that ancient Demon's Advent Era,
I might have been as insignificant as a grain of sand before you.
But now your era has long passed.
Even the world has forgotten.
To me now, you are merely like this single grain."
"You're wrong, who can truly speak of matters between the Eternal Ancient?"
Xu Zimei calmly replied.
"You, you, wouldn't it be better to retire quietly in your Boundless sea?
