"Exaggerated statements only prove that your mind was elsewhere."
Her Majesty the Martial Emperor's comment was quite cutting, but Ronan's face had grown increasingly thick-skinned, and he simply pretended not to hear it.
His way of putting it had indeed been somewhat exaggerated, but that did not mean he was lying. After obtaining an object bearing multiple labels—including "Liang Lu's Skull," the Hundred Peaks Monarch's "bait," and fragments of the Rotten Bone Star—and possessing a complex structure and function, the threat posed by the Deformed Planet that had gathered around it had already been greatly reduced.
To quote the Martial Emperor's own words: they were, after all, merely a pile of thoroughly worn-down scraps. Their approach was only intended to use the power radiating from this place to recharge. That was the instinct of the God Rule Fragments—or, in other words, of life activity maintaining itself. The possibility of using it to revive, much less return to their peak, was virtually nonexistent.
In particular, Raven had already broken through the shell of the Deformed Planet and guided the Relay Station's spacetime here, while Ronan had taken control of its core energy hub. Their current ferocity and savagery were merely the ashes of their former majesty. They might produce a momentary burst of heat, but afterward, a single breath would scatter it all.
Ronan even considered using this opportunity to classify them, seeing whether he could search out the fragments corresponding to the one hundred and thirty-one Deities, then arrange and combine them to test his attainments in history.
Hmm, perhaps he could piece together a ruined version of the Divine Kingdom.
But compared to their former glory and majesty in the upper reaches of the River of Time, such a thought was somewhat pathetic.
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