Watching the ascent to Xingxiao's peak slowly transform into a large black dog in Tian Xuzi's hands, Zheng Jingshu's heart felt no hint of joy. Instead, she sensed a bone-chilling coldness.
"Whether it's Xingxiao or me, no matter who wins or loses... in the end, it's him who wins."
For some reason, at that moment, Zheng Jingshu's mind suddenly recalled the Great Bright Buddha's appearance before his death.
"Indeed."
"How ridiculous."
"It truly is ridiculous."
Recalling the endless struggles between the two realms, the numerous battles fought with life at stake just for survival, Zheng Jingshu only felt that all of it seemed even more laughable before an Immortal.
"Lin Xing, the Great Bright Buddha, Xingxiao... or even me..."
Visions of powerful figures facing defeat flashed through her mind, and Zheng Jingshu sighed inwardly: "We were too arrogant."
"How does it matter how strong, how talented, how invincible we thought we were?"
