He heard this.
Ding Ling understood:
"So I was able to kill the Black Mountain Old Demon in time because the power of the Gods and Celestials was secretly aiding me?"
"Indeed."
Jiang Ziya stroked his beard and smiled faintly:
"The light of merit shone brilliantly from your body, dazzling enough to shock anyone. In such a ruined world, a remarkable person blessed with such merit could still be born! Naturally, we could not simply sit back and watch you die. Thus, we decided to stake everything! We completely abandoned our struggle against the Evil God's power inside the Iron Coffin and chose instead to protect you!"
He sighed:
"This is our final chance. If our investment in you fails as well, humanity will have no hope left."
He looked intently at Ding Ling, his eyes filled with anticipation:
"Ding Ling, can I trust you?"
The Celestial Palace's team of Gods and Celestials had long since perished, leaving behind only wisps of divine power.
This divine power was controlled by Jiang Ziya's remnant soul and used to balance the Evil God's Emotional Power.
This situation had continued for a very long time.
So long that Jiang Ziya had grown numb. He felt that he could no longer see any hope and could only rely on an obsession and instinct to continue holding the line, preventing this Evil God from breaking out of the Iron Coffin, rampaging through the Underworld, and destroying the Human Realm!
But even after giving it his all,
he could sense that the Human Realm was becoming increasingly ruined, rotten, and unbearable, while the Underworld was even more chaotic beyond description.
The decay and destruction of this world seemed to be merely a matter of time.
He was somewhat desperate.
And Ding Ling's arrival was like a