Although the Pioneer Emperor is Quinn's ancestor, he has only truly gotten to know him over these past few days. Just a few days are enough to reveal the Pioneer Emperor's character.
Even someone he has known for only a month, who has even opposed him all along, he would risk his life to save. How much more so his subordinates who have followed him for twenty thousand years? How much more so the common people?
A man like this would never hide away in Carefree Haven and forget about the world.
It's simply his nature.
It's not about reason, or strategy, or profit—just his own personality.
The reason the Pioneer Emperor can win people's support is precisely because of this kind of character.
This personal charisma is why he became the Pioneer Emperor.
"If you hadn't hidden away in Carefree Haven, then you..."
Quinn Shepherd stayed silent, using Creation Art to heal himself. The pressure from that ancient goddess's projection had still injured him. Even though the divine arts of this era are incredibly crude, the difference in power is simply too vast for technique alone to bridge.
Demigods surged toward them from the Jade Pool—there were simply too many. The Pioneer Emperor frowned; the sheer number of demigods was overwhelming.
He was carrying the wounded Quinn Shepherd. Right now, Quinn could barely hold onto his own life, which left the Pioneer Emperor with no spare hands to fight off all these demigods.
"Just carry me," Quinn said weakly.
The Pioneer Emperor hoisted him onto his back. Quinn's arms had already healed; he wrapped them around the Pioneer Emperor's shoulders, freeing up his hands. The Pioneer Emperor's divine arts erupted with blinding speed—countless tiny spells flew out with every gesture.
To him, these demigods were riddled with flaws from head to toe. As long as there was a weakness, he could kill them.
But more and more demigods kept pouring in—from the sky, from beneath the sea, on the surface, all around them. Everywhere they looked, there were enemies.
The Pioneer Emperor had never cultivated Three Heads Six Arms, so even he was struggling to handle this situation.
"Lend me your sword!" Sweat beaded on the Pioneer Emperor's brow—moving forward was getting harder and harder. Suddenly, he called out.
Quinn had already replaced most of his shattered bones and was growing new ones. Hearing this, he immediately asked, "How many swords do you need?"
"One is enough!"
Quinn sent a thought, and the Worryless Sword flew out from his Glutton Dragon Pouch, landing in the Pioneer Emperor's hand.