Once a person became powerful to a certain extent, they would style themselves a god.
Yet no one could truly be a god devoid of feeling and nature.
Even someone as powerful as the Immortal God had harmed his wife, killed his daughter, and believed he had cast aside the emotions he disdained. He had thought he had truly become a heartless god.
But when he finally discovered that he was merely a pitiful fool who had been manipulated by others, he could not help suffering an enormous emotional upheaval and mental collapse.
This collapse was no longer merely psychological. It was the overturning of every path he had ever walked.
The divine path he had always been so proud of had been clearly arranged for him by someone else.
"Ahhh—!!"
He let out an unwilling, despairing roar. His primordial spirit and all the power of Heaven-level Maha Wuliang were devoured and sucked into the frosty maw formed by Di Shitian. Amid Di Shitian's wild laughter, his aura grew ever stronger, as did the suction released by his enormous mouth. Not only were Bai Suzhen's primordial spirit and Earth-level Maha Wuliang power forced steadily back, but even Jiang Dali's primordial spirit, along with more than half of his Power-level Maha Wuliang cultivation, was being pulled out of his body.
"Hahahaha—none of you can escape! None of you can escape! And Jiang Dali's Maha Wuliang power—I want that too! This god accepts it all!"
Di Shitian's massive frosty face burst into peals of wild laughter as an oppressive aura continued rolling down.
Blood streamed from the ruptured skin all over Jiang Dali's body as he resisted with all his might.
But no matter how formidable his will was, after one fierce battle after another, he was now exhausted in both body