The Supreme Purity Saint Monarch had laid everything bare.
Fan Lang had been controlled by the system and manipulated by the Supreme Purity Saint Monarch. After all his glory, he had finally reached this point.
"Success because of the system, failure because of the system." Fan Lang sighed softly.
"Actually, you should be content. In your brief life, your achievements have been more glorious than those of others who lived for hundreds of millions of years. Becoming my Reincarnated One and serving as my vessel is an incomparably honorable thing." The Supreme Purity Saint Monarch said.
"What if I refuse to accept such a fate?"
"Refuse? Hehe, at this point, do you still have room to resist? All your achievements today relied entirely on the system. With a single thought, I can seal the system within you. I can even take it away and return you to your original state. Without the system, what the hell are you?"
"I cannot refute your words, but I am not some soft persimmon for others to knead as they please. Even if there is only the slightest hope, I will fight for it. Everything that needed asking has been asked, and everything that needed saying has been said. Next, the two of us—our past and present selves—will meet with weapons drawn."
Amid his calmness, Fan Lang displayed the resolve to shatter like jade rather than remain intact like a tile. He did not give up, instead rousing an unprecedented fighting spirit.
The current situation was exceedingly unfavorable to him, practically a dead end with no power to resist. The gap between him and the Supreme Purity Saint Monarch was as vast as heaven and earth. He was trying to outshine the bright moon.
The Supreme Purity Saint Monarch sneered and mocked, "Fool! These