He Zhao had only two words in his head—holy shit!!!
Well, damn. So after I become a god, my life is still threatened by the two hurdles of Cosmic Contraction and the Big Bang? So I'm still just waiting to die?
Then what the hell was the point of me becoming a god?
As for cooperation—what kind of joke was that?
He did not believe a single side of Lord of Yellow Wind's story. Huddling together for warmth, weathering the crisis as one, all that nonsense was fine to listen to, but he absolutely could not trust it. What kind of virtue Ancient Gods truly had was already clear enough from Lord of Flesh and Blood in the Simulation Scenarios he had experienced before.
The ancestor of one black-hearted bastard devouring another!
If he really cooperated with the Eight Pillar Gods, who knew if that whole gang of gods would join hands and skin him alive when they ran short on energy?
No, wait. Not who knew. It should be: they definitely would.
The sixteen Pillar Gods were all at the pinnacle of the universe. No matter how insufficient the accumulation of the eight who had died was, surely half of them would not have died in one go, right? Most likely, they had either been schemed to death and devoured, or shoved out by their accomplices to block disaster.
"No need."
After thinking it through, he directly shook his head and refused.
Trying to bargain with a tiger would not work.
One-on-one, he might not necessarily be afraid.
But one against a whole group? That was just brain damage.
"In that case, we won't force you. However, if Your Excellency thinks it through, you may come to Yellow Wind Nest to find me. Of course, I'll give you one