Chen Nuo had no apology for that, and he had no good feelings toward the Long-Ear Dingguang Immortal at all. If one caused trouble and died, then they were simply dead.
However, the path this world was taking had already been led by him onto a road of no return.
"Is there really no way to save Gui Ling?" Golden Spirit lay prostrate on the desk, still somewhat unwilling to give up.
But she also knew that it was a fool's dream. After all, it was a case of the soul being completely dissipated. Even her master probably couldn't do it, right? If it were possible, even if her master was taken away by the Dao Ancestor, he definitely wouldn't stand by and watch her die without helping.
Zhao Gongming shook his head in distress, "It's impossible. The soul has flown away and scattered, the true spirit has collapsed, and the oil lamp has run out. In the Three Realms, not a single person can do it. I guess even that person in the Chaos wouldn't have a way either!"
