Feng still stood there quietly.
He merely glanced at Xuan Wu's corpse before suddenly pulling his gaze away. Then his pupils and body began to tremble violently.
"Liu Di."
"You were right."
"When lives die within the Cosmic Heavenly Court, their souls vanish directly and can never be restored. No matter how powerful a ninth-dimensional being you are, they can never be brought back to life."
"Kun Sang was like this."
"Xuan Wu was the same."
Feng slowly closed his eyes, moisture gathering at their corners.
At that moment, thunderclaps rang through Liu Di's heart.
Xuan Wu had committed suicide.
Liu Di understood everything as well. His eyes gradually widened to their limit, and the complex emotions within him surged like an uncontrolled flood, instantly bursting through their banks.
Liu Di's body trembled with rage. His throat was dry, and his mouth tasted unbearably bitter.
"So that means..."
"From the moment we first met, you had already begun laying out your plan."
"The methods you showed me before, the way you saved people in front of me, were all meant to make me cast aside my concerns and help you eliminate Eshi with everything I had. You were like a masterful actor."
Liu Di's voice was low as he lightly clenched his fist. His neutron-state body emitted a sound like grinding metal, piercing and chilling.
Feng's trembling intensified once more.
Liu Di raised his head and looked at Feng. A faint red glow mingled in his right eye. "And when you saved Wang Chong, you said I owed you a favor. Were you preparing to use it today, to make me spare your life?"
"No."
Feng slowly raised his head and looked toward the Cosmic Heavenly Court Continent behind him, his eyes filled with longing and relief. "I lied to