"Heaven cherishes life." The Departed pitied the heavens and the people, letting out a soft sigh as a wisp of will descended to persuade him.
Wang Xuan thought to himself, Your name is The Departed, yet you speak of cherishing life? It's like a butcher claiming to treasure the lives of ants. No matter how I look at it, it feels strange.
"In the Thousand Year Bloody Battle, every Supernatural Practitioner you kill is connected to blood sacrifices." The Departed spoke, unusually solemn this time.
He told him to slow down and not act so quickly.
Wang Xuan felt that he had been hypnotized. A supreme will had affected his mind, causing certain memories to become "blurred," making him forget their conversation just now while also making him "understand" that he needed to slow the pace of killing enemies.
A chill ran through him. Supreme Beings could alter a person's consciousness without a trace, overturning one's deeply rooted beliefs before one even noticed. The more he thought about it, the more horrifying it became.
If Supreme Beings interfered with the consciousness of all living creatures in ordinary times, did the races of living beings truly still possess themselves?
"Brother Gu, is this your disciple? You handle the aftermath. I'll be leaving first." Through the haze, Wang Xuan heard The Departed speaking to Gu Jin.
The starry sky was steeped in deathly silence, utterly still, as though nothing had happened.
"Do as The Departed said. He bears no ill will. During this Thousand Year Primitive Bloody Battle, you must be more careful." Gu Jin's voice arrived, and then it too departed.
Above Primordial Chaos Divine Mud's head, beyond the Real World, Wang Xuan's true body came from afar through the depths of the mist, drawing near.
All the foundations of Six-time