Deep in the skeleton's heart, he would ultimately be destroyed along with this world.
From the day he left the Mother World, he had already made his preparations...
His inheritance would naturally disappear with it.
This ship carried hope, and it carried destruction as well.
The meaning he had once pursued had long since become meaningless.
He silently watched them struggle, resist in vain, and fight desperately for every opportunity.
They had turned a one-in-a-hundred-million chance into two in a hundred million...
For a time, he found it utterly laughable. The odds had doubled, but did that mean anything?
Yet after those two infinitesimal possibilities arrived at the Land of Dao contention, the long-haired woman's words made him understand.
They had truly done much...
At the very least, they had transformed that two-in-a-hundred-million chance into one in ten thousand.
Because even his heart, as dead as cold ashes, had kindled a faint spark of hope.
After Sword Mastiff carved his name at a height of eighty zhang, the other True Gods joined in one after another.
"Sixty-six zhang!"
"Fifty-two zhang..."
"Fifty-seven zhang..."
This also showed that the strength of the True Gods from the great clans was a level higher than that of the True Gods born from humble backgrounds.
Most of those great-clan True Gods could break through sixty zhang, while the common-born True Gods clustered around the fifty-zhang level, with only the occasional one breaking through sixty zhang.
Though the vast majority could never reach that terrifying height of eighty zhang, no one ever extinguished the hope in their hearts.
Dongfang Xi even tried a second time!
This time, Dongfang Xi had nearly unleashed every desperate measure he possessed, yet he had raised himself only one zhang—to seventy-three zhang. That was his true limit.
Moreover, he had no