[Wang Ye: Even the Saints would die?]
[Hong Zhan: Even the great chiliocosm is timed, what's more the Saints? The reason they can't be killed is because no one is stronger than they are.]
[Wang Ye: Strength is still above all!]
[Hong Zhan: This is the nature of Dao, the source of Chaos and the root of tragedy. To a certain extent, strength is the order, but also the sin and chaos.]
All members of the chat group agreed upon Hong Zhan's statement.
Jiang Ming left part of his consciousness in the chat group to calculate the points he had to pay while learning some new knowledge such as the mortality of Saints.
Most of his consciousness, however, had returned to his body.
He took out the sealed long river of innate vital essence. It was indeed only about 100 meters long and 10 meters wide. For a while he took a look at it, he simply threw it and sealed it into the immortal medicinal garden, so that it became the immortal medicine's manure.
