And at this moment.
Just as the Three-Headed Bird sank into emptiness, a distant voice suddenly rang out.
Vast, desolate, majestic.
It was the voice of a saint.
Wenren Sheng recognized it immediately.
"A mere heretical demon dares to manipulate the fate of the Primordial World?"
"Ridiculous. Ridiculous."
The Three-Headed Bird's soul steadied, and its entire body froze in the void.
It wanted to turn and look at Wenren Sheng, wanted to say something.
But the next moment, a Void Wind blew over, reducing all three of its enormous heads to ashes.
A powerful World Ender died just like that.
Its death was utterly silent.
As simple as a founding emperor ordering the beheading of a commoner.
Wenren Sheng sighed softly at the sight.
This was crossing the river and demolishing the bridge.
Founding emperors were very skilled at this move.
Saints were equally skilled at it.
The saints had done things like crossing the river and demolishing the bridge far too many times.
The most typical example was Jiang Ziya from the List of Gods.
He had worked painstakingly and endured countless tribulations, even dying several times.
After all that struggle, he only got to enjoy worldly wealth and honor.
He did not receive a single divine position himself.
He died a hundred years later.
Wenren Sheng looked at the fallen Three-Headed Bird and felt a wave of emotion.
He thought of his childhood.
Back then, he had been obsessed with the List of Gods.
Immortal techniques and divine magic were the real world in the eyes of a young child.
Yet he had found the ending rather strange.
The Primordial Heavenly Lord said to Jiang Ziya, "Although you are not a god, you hold the God Beating Whip and may strike all the gods of the heavens."
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