Huo Yuhao's tone suddenly turned sharp:
"Could it be that just because I, Huo Yuhao, had been a good man for ten thousand years, a hero for ten thousand years, when I wanted to do something I considered necessary—something that could end the threat once and for all, though it might not be entirely aboveboard... I was no longer a hero?"
"Had I become an ambitious schemer? Some villain who needed to be guarded against and stopped?"
It was as though he was questioning Di Tian, yet also questioning this heartless fate and human nature:
"What kind of world is this? Must good people remain selfless forever, only to be condemned by all the moment they harbor the slightest selfish thought?"
"Did spending an entire lifetime as a good person count for nothing after doing a single bad thing?"
"And if someone had been a scoundrel all his life, could one good deed let him put down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha, earning everyone's applause?"
Huo Yuhao tilted his head slightly, looking toward the gloomy sky. His voice brimmed with pain and weariness suppressed to the utmost limit:
"I've had enough... I've truly had enough. Enough of the loneliness of these ten thousand years, enough of the agony of having my soul torn apart, enough of this endless vigil and sacrifice..."
His gaze returned to Di Tian, and his eyes became utterly frenzied, without the slightest trace of hesitation.
"All I want now... is to end all of this immediately. In my own way."
He waved a hand and no longer looked at Di Tian.
"Go. My mind is made up. No persuasion will change it."
"Take my words back with you. One month from now, at the former site of Shrek City, I'll be waiting for Lu