At this moment, Wen Ming had robbed the world of all its radiance, becoming the sole focus.
His aura was terrifying beyond compare. He had ventured far, far along the path of Tai Yi.
Even the dullest divine beings understood—
There was a hidden agenda!
An absolutely monstrous hidden agenda!
The so-called Bird Master prodigy and Eastern Yi rising star was probably some old cucumber painted green, pretending to be young!
Compared to him, the gods were as tiny as fireflies.
Even the Candle Dragon Great Sage, roaring through the years, was no more than a dim star among the heavens.
The Primordial Phoenix Great Sage, having undergone an Era Nirvana, was merely a waning moon, incapable of rivaling the sun.
Only Xuanyuan, chanting, "Hun Xi, Hun Xi, return, oh return," could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, like twin suns in the same sky!
But one had to understand!
Tai Huang had just received the Primordial Phoenix Great Sage's vicious "assist." As his last light returned and he reverted to his origin, he had traced back to the ancient past. The aura of Pangu had faintly emerged from him, and he had even effortlessly caught the phantom of the Heavenly Dao formed through the united efforts of the gods!
What about Wen Ming?
What qualifications did he have to stand beside him?
Thinking back to Wen Ming's words when he appeared, filled with disdain... "A counterfeit"...
At this moment, a bold idea emerged in the gods' hearts. They were so horrified that their souls trembled.
"That's ridiculous!"
"Fucking ridiculous!"
"He didn't die either?"
The gods felt their nerves going numb. They were sick of this bottomless world of infinite shamelessness, where every pit was even deeper than the last.
"I'm tired... Just destroy it..."
The gods sighed inwardly, wanting