Lu Chenzhou looked around, seeing no one in sight.
Only the flickering candlelight before him, ever-changing.
"Senior, are you the Star Lord of Cosmos?" Lu Chenzhou pondered for a moment and asked.
From the candlelight, an ancient voice echoed once more: "The Candle Dragon is dead. There are no gods left in the world; I am the spirit of Heavenly Candle Mountain."
Lu Chenzhou was silent. Why did the Evil Gods of Stars survive, while the Great Wilderness Gods were completely annihilated?
He had thought there should be some gods struggling to hold on to this day.
From the secrets he currently understood, he did not like the history of the Divine Court.
But with the revival of the Evil Gods imminent, and the three thousand worlds having no divine battle power, it's a problem.
The ancient voice inquired, "How did you climb Heavenly Candle Mountain?"
Lu Chenzhou: "I walked up with my feet."
The ancient voice was silent for a moment, muttering to itself:
