Liu Di heard Feng's words echoing in his mind.
For a brief moment, a struggle arose within him. He had to admit that, for that fleeting instant deep within his thoughts, he agreed with Feng.
Freedom led to destruction.
And strict control could maintain stability.
Liu Di raised his head and swept his gaze across the city.
The buildings lay in ruins. Deity Xizi's lightning had left charred corpses strewn across the ground, while many others had been cleaved apart by Mechanical Xing Tian's massive axe.
There were barely any living people left in Qianzhou.
There were almost no cries of agony—only one-sided slaughter.
At that moment.
An old man whose neck had been half severed used the last of his strength to clutch Liu Di's arm and struggle to whisper in his ear, "All gods are evil."
With that.
The old man breathed his last.
Liu Di's pupils trembled.
This was the voice in the hearts of the common people. Their homes had been destroyed, their loved ones slaughtered—what meaning was there in lasting peace and stability?
All gods were evil!
Liu Di laid the old man's body flat and slowly rose to his feet, staring coldly at Feng. "You are a beneficiary of this system. What you uphold runs contrary to the people!"
Liu Di fixed his gaze on Mechanical Xing Tian and walked forward step by step. "Feng, you helped me before, so I'll repay you now with only two words: move aside."
As Liu Di spoke.
Patches of blue space lit up around his body, patterns entwining within them like intricate totems. They were Wuceng's hidden spaces. No one could find their true form, and no one could stop their descent.
Feng did not move an inch. He remained in Liu Di's path and said calmly,