"Li Ning, right and wrong are written by the victors. We lost, and a loss was a loss. But we did not lose because we fought the Divine Race. We lost because our war with the Divine Race disturbed the peace of the Three Realms and dragged too many innocent living beings into it.
"Nor were all members of the Divine Race arrogant and rude, manipulating the course of the lower realms' development and toying with the fates of ordinary cultivators. Most of them stepped forward to fight only to quell the chaos in the Three Realms and the devastation of living beings that we had caused.
"We have been imprisoned here for a million years. Our strength has fallen again and again. Have you never considered why?"
The woman's question was met with a long silence.
After a long while, Li Ning asked in a grim voice:
"Murong Zhi, are you going to betray the God Venerable?"
"Betrayal? I am about to dissipate. What betrayal is there to speak of? If not for that, I would never have agreed to let you use that Insect Egg. Judging from the Spirit Realm cultivators' reactions now, our fate has indeed run its course."
"Murong Zhi, shut up!!!"
Li Ning's roar rang out again, shaking the entire Wuwang Ruins.
The woman called Murong Zhi, whose voice had been heard but whose person had never been seen, suddenly appeared beneath the gloomy skies of the Wuwang Ruins. She wore a heavily damaged red Dharma robe embroidered with winding floral patterns. Her long hair spilled down her back, its tips fluttering softly. Her pale, bloodless face made her look all the more pitiful.
A glimmer burst from Murong Zhi's lifeless eyes as she looked toward a certain place within the Wuwang Ruins. "Li Ning,