The First Prince stared blankly at Li Tianming.
"You are not from this level of the universe."
The moment he spoke those words, it meant he had already given up.
He lowered the golden massive mace and the Tai Yu Cauldron. The two Eonic artifacts drifted beside him like wanderers, while the Primordial Chaos pulse field around him began to dissipate. He voluntarily withdrew from his Primordial Chaos state and returned to human form.
This was the first Primordial Chaos Clan member in recent times to voluntarily admit defeat before Li Tianming without having been seriously injured.
Li Tianming paused and scrutinized him. "You have been the First Prince for too long. Clearly, there is nothing wrong with you, yet reality is... you never even got a turn at the position of Crown Prince, let alone Emperor. These seven hundred thousand years have ground away every last bit of your spirit. This expedition was your final chance, your last flicker before death."
Li Tianming did not say the rest outright, but the First Prince should have understood.
In this state, the First Prince could not endure setbacks. Once he suffered one, his sense of destiny would instantly shatter his confidence, making him immediately conclude that this was simply his fate. No more struggling. It was meaningless.
Li Tianming was also an Emperor, so he completely understood the First Prince's heart. It was not that he did not want to fight for Tai Yu; rather, throughout that long wait, his responsibility and faith toward Tai Yu had long since been worn clean away.
Thus, when the First Prince gave up fighting and chose to surrender to Li Tianming, he did not spare a thought for his followers—Kang Tianrong, Gong Shang, Silver Ring, and the others. Seeing the First Prince's words and