"Either be buried in the long river of history, disappearing completely as the last ancestors who remember you die."
He turned and his gaze swept over each mass of black mist: "Now, it's time to return!"
"The Jianmu has pried open the rift in the Dharma Realm, the Heavenly Court Emperors collectively vanishing, the Yin Law and Heavenly Rules are teetering..."
"Why... can those sanctioned True Gods enjoy the incense?!"
"Why... do mortals use their crude imagination to shape you?!"
"Go, let these ants witness what a true 'God' really is!"
The black mist roared and boiled!
The cave shook, stalactites fell down, crashing into the water pond.
Countless ancient, violent, barbaric thoughts intertwined and clashed, forming a silent roar.
Hu Li trembled on the ground, yet his teeth chattered with excitement.
