"Because they exist," Tu E said, gazing at the distant mist and nodding. "Indeed, that is so. We must have been created by some means, and the purpose of our creation was to exterminate those Upper True Gods."
"In other words, this was merely a trial aimed at the Upper True Gods! Then we..." Star Scale said with a frown.
"To create living beings at will while possessing all their memories—even a Saint could not accomplish such a thing." Tu E pondered for a moment. "I have no interest in those little fellows. Take me to the Hundred Tentacle Sky Serpent. After swallowing it, we'll first seek a way to leave this place!"
For existences like Tu E and Star Scale, once they gained the chance to be reborn, their ultimate goal was to obtain freedom, not to be controlled by others.
They simply did not know that everything they did was destined to be futile.
At the end of the Land of Dao contention.
On the enormous Iron Chain Bridge, a long-haired woman was strolling along the chains.
Every strand of her hair radiated a peculiar luster. It poured toward the lower end of the Iron Chain Bridge, drifting gently in the air.
No one had ever crossed this Iron Chain Bridge to this day.
The Saints of the Sword Clan had passed through the Land of Dao contention for a second time, yet they were still stopped by the Iron Chain Bridge.
By rights, as the Avatar of Fear, this woman had even less right to cross the Iron Chain Bridge...
Yet she had crossed it safely, walking along the chains.
After crossing the Iron Chain Bridge, the long-haired woman crawled into a small cave.
Countless eyes grew across the cave walls. Once she entered, every pupil fixed