The car had unknowingly driven into a desolate wilderness. After speaking, Savage pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out, walking ahead alone.
Bertol dared not delay, quickly ran out of the car, got into the driver's seat, and floored the accelerator, turning the car around and speeding away.
Bertol was truly scared. In his eyes, Savage was a madman, and he didn't want to spend another second with him.
Walking alone on the road, Savage took out his phone. The caller ID displayed only two characters: Tuzi.
He answered the call, and a man's voice came through.
"Are you really planning to invite that demon to join the Illuminati?"
Savage replied, "Of course. The Illuminati is dedicated to guiding humanity to a higher level of evolution. And as the old host of Earth, I don't want to see Earth perish like this."
As a fossilized being who had lived for an unknown number of years, Savage was well aware of Earth's current situation: imbalanced yin and yang, declining magic. Without intervention, Earth would destroy itself in no time.
When Earth was destroyed, how could humanity fare any better?
The Illuminati, committed to advancing human evolution, would not stand idly by. The emergence of the Sacred Lord was the key to rebalancing yin and yang. Both emotionally and logically, Savage, as a founder of the Illuminati, would help.
"But you still let Ku Si go, didn't you? Why not see it through? Send the Buddha all the way to the west and get rid of Ku Si."
"No rush. He's just a general; he can't stir up any trouble. Besides, if the Sacred Lord can't even deal with such a minor character, then he's not worth our continued investment and recruitment."
"That's true."
"Speaking of which, how are things on your end? Still in a love-hate struggle with your Superman?"
As soon as Savage finished speaking, the sound of something shattering came from the phone.
"You should worry about yourself. A dignified ancient emperor, don't end up getting robbed on the street."
With that, the call was hung up.
The scene shifted. On the top floor of the tallest building in the metropolis, Lex Tower, Lex Luthor casually tossed the shattered phone into the trash can. His computer screen was filled with information about the Sacred Lord.
It had to be said, Lex Luthor was truly remarkable. His collection of information on the Sacred Lord was incredibly comprehensive. From historical records to folklore, from murals to texts, from the Sacred Lord's appearance to his sealing, Lex Luthor had investigated it all meticulously.
Lex Luthor stood up and walked to the window. Gazing out, he saw his city, a city that was thriving. The only eyesore was that big fellow who wore his underwear on the outside and flew around everywhere.
Compared to the tense atmosphere among the high-ranking officials of the United States, Bai Qi's side was clearly much more leisurely.
A yacht was sailing on the azure sea. On the yacht, a colossal Dragon Man wearing floral swim trunks lounged lazily on a deck chair, a pair of sunglasses on his face and a gasoline barrel filled with coconut juice in his hand, enjoying the sun. His life was incredibly comfortable.
Four or five waiters continuously brought freshly prepared seafood to Bai Qi.
Facing the "demon" who was causing a stir online, the waiters dared not linger, setting down the items and leaving immediately, afraid that a slight misstep would result in them being captured by the demon for a meal.
This was a misunderstanding. Neither the current Bai Qi nor the former Sacred Lord had any appetite for cannibalism.
He truly didn't understand what those people were thinking. Why did they assume demons liked to eat humans? What was so good about humans? Not only were there many bones, but modern humans, frankly, consumed a large amount of additives daily, with toxins accumulating in their bodies over time. One bite would be nauseating; it was far less delicious than a seafood feast.
Compared to the timid waiters, the hot-bodied bikini-clad women on the yacht were much bolder.
Even if they knew that the person in front of them was the "murderous demon" circulating online, what was a demon compared to poverty?
Selling one's soul was not shameful; what was shameful was not selling it for a good price.
The bikini-clad women surrounded Bai Qi, meticulously cleaning his scales and using every method to please him.
Because as long as Bai Qi was happy, he would bestow valuable jewelry and diamonds.
After taking these items ashore and reselling them, they could live without worry for at least a year or two.
Watching Bai Qi surrounded by bikini-clad women, the members of the Black Hand Gang were extremely envious.
But alas, they were poor. Looking at their pockets, which were cleaner than their faces, and then at the generous Sacred Lord, they could only stare at the lobsters in front of them with fierce determination, transforming into the ultimate eaters.
Although Black Hand Mom repeatedly urged Bai Qi to act quickly, Bai Qi knew in his heart that it was not yet time to strike. His resurrection had severely embarrassed the forces of justice, and they were currently enraged. If he were to cause any more trouble, it would be more than just intervention. The furious forces of justice might personally step in.
Therefore, what was needed now was time. After this storm passed and the forces of justice calmed down, he could go ashore and cause trouble, which would be much safer. Until then, he had to lie low. Weren't there the Shadow Ninjas to handle some matters? Let them do it.
"Sacred Lord, when are we going back?"
Seeing his subordinates reveling, Wa Long pulled aside a few bikini-clad women and asked Bai Qi.
Not for anything else, but the yacht cost a lot of money to drift at sea for an extra day. Moreover, this demonic dragon consumed expensive food every day. If it weren't for the Shadow Ninjas delivering ingredients at fixed times, the food for three yachts wouldn't be enough for him these past few days.
"Wa Long, don't be anxious. Those who wait often receive good things."
Saying this, he waved his hand, and a ninja presented a crown to Wa Long.
Over the past few days, Wa Long had complained to Bai Qi countless times, and each time Bai Qi had dismissed him with some small trinket.
Taking the shimmering golden crown, Wa Long immediately shut up and wisely returned to the cabin, locking the crown in the safe.
Looking at the sun in the sky, Bai Qi realized the time was almost right and waved his hand, dispersing the bikini-clad women who fluttered around him like little birds.
Two Shadow Ninjas appeared before Bai Qi, with a comatose man held between them.
The man was still wearing a purple pajama set, indicating he had been knocked out at home by the Shadow Ninjas and brought here directly.
"Wake him up."
Upon receiving Bai Qi's command, the ninjas unceremoniously picked up a bucket filled with icy seawater and poured it all over the man's head.
The icy seawater instantly woke the man up. Upon seeing the tall Sacred Lord in front of him, his legs went weak with fear, and he almost fainted again.
Bai Qi put on a stern demeanor, sizing up the man, and slowly said, "Are you Kasa'hara?"
The terrified Kasa'hara took a long time to stammer out, "Yes, my lord, I am."