700 Godfiend Witherspike

"Sword Immortal Darknorth, Ji Ning? Sounds familiar." The alien Outsider leaned back against his throne, resting his head against his palm and muttering to himself. Moments later, his eyes lit up. "I remember now. I believe he's one of the fastest-rising stars of the Three Realms, supposedly as talented as Houyi was. If memory serves, the Seamless Gate's intelligence report stated that his true body was destroyed by them. Only his Primaltwin survives."

"Primaltwins…I can't help but feel jealous just thinking about them. Those mortal creatures who slowly rise to power have the chance to form a Primaltwin. We Fiendgods who are born from the primordial chaos don't even have the chance to do that." The alien Outsider shook his head and sighed.

"How can those mortal creatures be compared to you, Master?" One of the six golden-armored figures, a red-bearded elder, immediately spoke out in protest.