"..."
Meng Chao thought of the "ten thousand possible futures" he had seen while lying dormant in the depths of the Holy Mountain Temple. In one of them, his future self had become a half-man, half-beast creature, both savage and majestic.
He was left speechless.
All right, Lü Siya was right.
As the saying went, "The more debts you owe, the less you worry; the more lice you have, the less they itch." Even if she truly was the Jungle Banshee, the Monster Queen, and truly harbored malicious intentions, she also possessed the ability to put those intentions into action.
At most, she was merely one of ten thousand causes that could lead to Dragon City's destruction.
She might not even be the most important or most fatal one.
Humanity, the spirit of all things, the king of Earth, the Otherworldly Calamity—had always been the race most adept at destroying itself and slaughtering one another.
Even without monsters, without holy light, without any Gods and Devils above humanity or threats from beyond, humans could still rely on their own power to create one or countless horrifying doomsdays, dancing wildly in the blazing flames as they perished together.
"Are you sure you really want to go with me?"
Meng Chao stared at Lü Siya. "Even if it costs you your life, even if you turn into a monster in the depths of the Ancient Ruins, something beyond the power of pen and ink to describe and beyond human imagination? Even if you may suffer endless torment and pain?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
Lü Siya's expression was exceptionally calm, yet her eyes shone with unusual spirit. "I have a vague feeling that 'Martial God' Lei Zongchao wasn't mentally deranged. He knew certain secrets hidden in the depths of the Ancient Ruins, secrets unknown