"You? Recreate the human world."
Even though he found himself in a perilous situation, the Lord of Wuzai City still raised his arm, pointing at the young man opposite him.
His eyes were filled with a strange emotion, as if he were looking at a madman.
He acknowledged that the young man was extremely powerful.
But the idea of unifying the fragmented world once again, how could it be possible?
The powerful clans, millennium-old sects, ten-thousand-year families, and ghosts from the underworld, how could they agree?
This chaotic human world was precisely the scene all beings wished to witness.
Liang Hui extended his palm, brushing off the dust adhering to the wolf fur, his expression serious.
"Apart from me, who else in the human world could accomplish such a great feat?"
"Now, gather all the forces within the city to discuss the establishment of the dynasty."
"Ah... you... I, a dynasty."
