"I don't want to fail..."
Zhen Bei had none of the peculiar encounters or luck unique to geniuses. At his birth, no golden lotus surged from the earth, no lingzhi grew from wood, no Divine Light descended from heaven. He was neither a sacred body nor a spirit body, much less one of those special constitutions envied by all. As for heavenly treasures and Spirit Pills and Elixirs, he could only give a bitter laugh.
He had been stubborn since birth. He never considered himself extraordinary, nor did he believe himself supreme above all.
The black-and-red ancient battlefield was heavy and oppressive, with shouts and sounds of slaughter still lingering through it. Zhen Bei spat fiercely, and the Blazing Spear appeared in his hand as he faced the shriek at full strength.
"Heh, even if I die, I'll tear off a chunk of the enemy's flesh! Hehehe..."
The corpses of countless Gods and Devils, divine beasts, and great demons, along with their formidable Killing Intent, were sealed away by Bai Yujun. The process was long, and the immense energy contained within Bai Yujun's divine beast body could only barely sustain it. Had it been an immortal of the same cultivation and realm, their energy would likely have long since run dry and the effort come to nothing. Even other divine beasts would have found such consumption difficult to endure.
The White Divine Dragon stood proudly, her mane streaming in the wind, her divine majesty vast and boundless!
Suddenly, all kinds of soul forms emerged from many places on the battlefield. Howling and shrieking, they lunged forward. They were the same kind as the remnant souls inside the black stone statues—resentful souls that had survived until now through strange means.
The corners of Bai Yujun's dragon mouth curled up, revealing snow-white