Confusion not only remained unresolved, but it multiplied.
Eventually, Dongfang Chiguo Tianwang gave up.
He hung his head listlessly, the very picture of preferring death to his existence.
Dongfang Chiguo Tianwang felt it was virtually impossible to free himself from Cheng Guang's control now.
Even Guangyin Buddha and Cleansing Thought Buddha were under Cheng Guang's grasp.
There was no escape.
What could he, a mere guardian of the Southern Heavenly Gate, do?
Even among the Celestial Gods of the Heavenly Court, there were some with exceptional strength.
But so what?
Would those powerful Immortals and Deities really go to great lengths for him, a minor deity?
Quite obviously.
The answer was singular.
No, they would not.
Dongfang Chiguo Tianwang could only helplessly sigh at the thought.
Cheng Guang noticed the change in Dongfang Chiguo Tianwang's expression, his emotional turmoil, and even his barely audible sighs, all clearly perceived by Cheng Guang.
