"Who am I...?" Yuan turned to look at the True God after killing Mov. "I’m Yuan. As for the power I used, it was Demon Sealing Aura."
"Demon Sealing Aura? You were a Sealer this entire time?" The True God frowned when he realized that Yuan had been going easy on him this entire time.
Had Yuan used Demon Sealing Aura from the start to suppress him, he wouldn’t have been able to fight with his full capability. However, there was another reason he felt upset.
"I don’t mean your Demon Sealing Aura," he said. "That power you displayed to kill Mov... that was something entirely different!"
Yuan shrugged, pretending he had no idea what the True God was talking about.
In truth, he had briefly unleashed his Eternal Essence, overwhelming Mov instantly and killing him before he could even comprehend what had happened.
This was also Yuan’s first time fusing his Eternal Essence with his Demon Sealing Aura, and unsurprisingly, the results were astonishing.
"Want to continue?" Yuan asked the True God a moment later.
"..."
The True God took a deep breath before shaking his head.
"I’m no longer in the mood, especially after realizing you’ve been going easy on me. I still can’t believe a first-level False God was holding back against me."
"Why did you attack me in the first place?" Yuan asked suddenly. "Were you really that bothered by my presence?"
The True God shook his head. "No. At first, I believed you had wandered here by mistake, so I wanted to drive you away. This place is too dangerous for a False God, after all."
He continued, "But after fighting you, I realized I had underestimated you. Now that I know you can even kill True Gods, there’s no reason for me to chase you away anymore."
Yuan raised an eyebrow at the explanation. According to him, the True God had actually been trying to help, which was truly unexpected.
"Why were you exiled to the Deprived Crimson Valley?" Yuan asked, seemingly interested in the True God’s background.
"My reason for being exiled...?" The True God fell silent for a moment before responding, "To be frank, I have long forgotten the reason. I wasn’t even a False God when I was exiled over fifty billion years ago."
"Have you ever thought about leaving?" Yuan asked.
"Many times," the True God answered. "But escaping this place with my own strength is impossible—even for a True God."
He continued in a low voice, "And even if I did manage to escape, it wouldn’t matter. We exiles carry a brand etched into our souls. No matter where we go or what disguise we wear, we will always be recognized and hunted."
The exiles of the Deprived Crimson Valley were much like the exiles of the Primordial Realm. Even if they somehow managed to escape, their branding ensured they could never truly run from their fate.
"Enough questions about me. What are you doing in the Eighth Valley? Are you just looking to fight True Gods?"
"My destination isn’t the Eighth Valley, but the Final Valley," Yuan calmly replied.


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