Yan Hao's consecutive deaths, like a shadow cast over Pang Jian and Muduo's hearts, made both of them feel heavy and oppressed.
Even the Divine King was unable to break free from the world shaped by his own head, failing to pierce the heavens time after time.
If even Yan Hao could not escape his fixed fate, what could they do?
"Perhaps just living well, not striving to reach the other shore of the Great Tao, is the best choice."
Muduo said with a sigh.
Pang Jian spoke gravely, "If we accept our fate, we will be like ordinary mortals, willing to accept life, ageing, sickness, and death. We cannot avoid natural disasters or man-made calamities. But this is not the life I want. I don't want to become cannon fodder in the Gods' games during such a great calamity."
He floated among the stars, still devouring the myriad Divine oddities scattered by Yan Hao's disintegration, through his connection with the Ruin Domain.
