"But demigods ultimately still have their limitations."
"Before the raging waves of the surging River of History, a tiny boat might not have many choices either. Though it could see the magnificent scenery on both banks, it could not control its course freely. The overall direction was still controlled by the river."
Liu Ping's mood was low.
Jiang Qiao clearly sensed a wave of helplessness and resentment.
"But..."
"Demigods aren't the true limit."
"Above them."
"There are gods!"
"Even if demigods cannot truly kill other demigods, gods can."
"Why?"
"Because above the River of History."
"Gods can already sail freely."
"Demigods are merely small wooden boats, while gods are steel warships!"
"Fish beneath the water can't overturn a wooden boat."
"But a warship can!"
His voice became somewhat excited. "A warship can not only sail freely along the River of History without being hindered by the current. It can even approach the banks and search for a way to leave the river!"
"Leave the river!"
"As long as we can leave the River of History, we can completely escape the fate of destruction!"
"Uh—"
Jiang Qiao opened and closed his mouth.
He wanted to say something.
Then he remembered that he could not make a sound, nor could he feel the existence of his mouth.
All right.
Then they would communicate through their consciousness.
"What I'm saying is..." He interrupted Liu Ping's uninterrupted speech and said helplessly, "Your so-called ideal world is getting ashore from the River of History, right?"
"That's right."
After being interrupted by Jiang Qiao, Liu Ping's emotions gradually settled down.
He said solemnly:
"The River of History flows endlessly."
"It has a source."
"And an end."
"Everyone is pushed along by the river and forced to flow toward the end."
"Only by leaping out of the