"What kind of creatures will be created in the end?" Zhou Dao showed a look of suspicion.
By logic, if the twelve Demon Gods were to reassemble, they would transform into the Abyss Ancestor's Body.
Initially, although the Treasures Demon God was just feigning cooperation with Zhou Dao, this worry was indeed real.
But now, the aura born from the central part of the divine altar was starkly different from that of the Abyss Ancestor.
At this moment, Zhou Dao felt as if an invisible great hand had been pushing the development of all cause and effect from the most ancient of times.
Now, it seemed they were getting ever closer to that endpoint.
"Good."
Zhou Dao's eyes burst with an unprecedented brilliance, as long as he could gather the power of the twelve Demon Gods, he would be able to fully activate this altar and see the end.
Time passed by, these twelve supremely exalted beings had long since fallen, but their clues could always be found.
