I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

"How's the flag I gave you?"

Gu Heng changed the subject, glancing at the God Emperor Battle Formation lying flat on Qin Yiyao's lap.

"It's still calling to me. After nurturing it for so long, I feel it's time to give it a try."

Qin Yiyao opened her eyes and her gaze fell on the God Emperor's battle formation.

The treasures of civilization are all sentient beings. Although they may not actually develop intelligence, she could hear countless voices of longing to resonate with her coming from within the God Emperor's battle formation.

"Hmm, this must be a good treasure, we should at least give it a try."

If there's anything that makes Gu Heng happy, it's that the people around him are all continuing to grow stronger in some way.

Qin Yiyao accepted the Divine Emperor Battle Formation but did not immediately try to use it. Instead, she nurtured it with her own energy every day, and the dark gold patterns on the Xuan Yin Banner seemed to become more and more vibrant.

Without a doubt, they are a perfect match.

When the True Dragon Blood Heart was handed to Xiaobai, he swallowed the entire True Dragon Blood Heart while muttering, "The things given by the master are the best."

Swallowing such a treasure that could drive an entire civilization mad is by no means a good choice.

If the little girl hadn't told him herself, Gu Heng would never have known about this. Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

After all, it's a dragon; it would be strange if it didn't act wildly.

After obtaining the Demon God's Embryo, Su Jinxi's journey was quite smooth. He only needed to look down to see that the little white cat in his arms was enveloped in a warm, dark radiance, exuding warmth, and it seemed that some kind of change was brewing within it...

Although Gu Heng couldn't quite put his finger on what was good about this change, he trusted his judgment.

If it weren't something valuable, he definitely wouldn't have bothered to steal it before, right?

How could such a classy villain, capable of instigating a war across the heavens, possibly be stealing trash?

Gu Heng was also pleased to see this.

He can't give much; if these material possessions can help them reach greater heights, that would be the best outcome.

As for himself, aside from occasionally pondering the still enigmatic treasures of civilizations within the Eternal Crystal Sphere, he spent most of his time adapting to the process of "playing" an amnesiac, slightly uneasy enemy of the era.

Absolutely a natural performance.

But as time went on, Gu Heng became increasingly worried about the possibility of his identity being exposed to the enemy.

Indeed, those who know his identity now are all without any ill intentions, or at the very least, potential allies who want to cooperate with him and reach some kind of mutually beneficial deal. This is already quite good, since cooperating with the great enemy of the era is a taboo. Anyone who dares to get involved with him must enjoy the same treatment.

But for those old rivals with whom they have a deep-seated hatred...

We can't afford to reveal even the slightest flaw!

With more people around, there will be more mouths to feed. If this gets out over time, it will reach the ears of other epochal gods who want to get rid of him, both openly and secretly. What will happen then?

"Girl, I'm starting to miss the old days."

Gu Heng touched Su Jinxi and murmured to himself.

He decided.

Once these complicated and confusing matters are over, he will return to his old place and truly lay low for the time being.

Having been in the myriad realms for so long, it's time to find some real relaxation for myself, to not have to think about any days filled with schemes and tricks, and to let all the messy things in my mind settle down for a while.

"Master is very sentimental."

Qin Yiyao smiled.

"I still miss the old days quite a bit, though I don't really miss the days before that."

Gu Heng pursed his lips.

"So, Master doesn't miss the time when we were the greatest enemy of the era, but he misses the days when we were together?"

For some reason, the little girl was very good at grasping the unspoken meaning in his words, and then her eyes lit up and her tone became alluring.

"Well, that's not wrong."

Gu Heng felt something was off, but she was right. He didn't really miss the identity of the Great Enemy of the Epoch. He was more interested in the time he spent with his disciple.

"Meow?"

The little demon cat in his arms suddenly raised its head and wagged its tail at Qin Yiyao.

The little girl responded with a defiant look, her eyebrows slightly raised, as if to say, "What can you do to me?"

Gu Heng really couldn't understand why the two of them seemed to be able to tell a whole story just by looking at each other, but the atmosphere was pretty good right now, so he was too lazy to think about it and just let them communicate with each other through their eyes.

"Sigh, I need to go see the Imperial Advisor."

Suddenly, Qin Yiyao sighed and got up from her cross-legged position.

Is this a good thing?

Gu Heng asked.

"My cultivation can advance further, so it must be a good thing, if that's what Master thinks when he takes office."

The little girl's tone was somewhat resentful. Although he was certain that Qin Yiyao was obsessed with becoming stronger and would be happy to do so, where did her resentment and hesitation come from?

However, she didn't say anything in the end. She just glanced at the white demon cat in Gu Heng's arms and then left with quick steps.

She had just left.

Gu Heng immediately felt the pressure in his arms increase significantly.

It wasn't because of the weight, but because of the softness and fragrance, the cat-like eyes that were clearly visible at first glance, and the alluring, watery face.

His cat turned into a catgirl and then pressed down on him.

Gu Heng glanced down slightly, but the vast expanse of white immediately made him look away again.

It's too big, too white, and smells too good!

"Oh well, the nuisance is finally gone."

Su Jinxi gently brushed the tips of Gu Heng's hair with her fingertips, her voice as soft as a dumpling.

She finally got her chance.