In the palace adorned with stars, where the sun and moon rose and set, the Unchanging Divine Lord gazed at the mountains and rivers beneath his feet and the sun, moon, and stars overhead. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to that place.
A figure surfaced in his mind. That person had peerless talent and clearly distinguished gratitude from grudges. The Unchanging Divine Lord could not help sighing. "Taicang, you were able to let go, but I cannot. Those who exiled me—I must annihilate them. Otherwise, there will be nowhere for this fury of mine to vent. I refuse to accept this! My burning rage must be vented upon those who exiled me!"
The Unchanging Divine Lord's eyes were sharp, filled with hatred and unwillingness. "Taicang, I know that if you had been given time, your world would certainly have grown stronger and more magnificent. But so what? You still could not escape. You still could not return. I refuse to be exiled. They all deserve to die. Therefore, everything you have can only serve me!"
"Taicang, Taicang... You were hailed as the greatest prodigy since time immemorial, and you truly lived up to your name. But..." He sighed.
The Unchanging Divine Lord let out another sigh, yet his gaze grew ever more resolute. Deep in his eyes lurked a trace of ferocity and ruthlessness.
Suddenly, his expression shifted.
"He's dead!"
His gaze turned solemn, as though he were sensing something. At a certain moment, icy light burst from his eyes, accompanied by a trace of disbelief.
"Sword God Xu Yan? Great Wasteland World?"
He then grew excited. "Good, good! I was still worried that the Taicang World would not be enough to help me succeed. I never expected another monster to appear. Is this the backup plan