"----"
It was scene after scene of utter misery.
It was scene after scene of utter sorrow.
People were weeping.
People were arguing.
People were lamenting.
People were suffering.
It was as though every tragedy in the world had been transformed into scenes and displayed one after another. That was what appeared here.
There were scenes of corpses strewn across the land because of war.
There were scenes of siblings turning against one another, driven by personal gain.
There were scenes of nations being ruined and their people suffering because of struggles for power and profit.
There were scenes of multiple innocent lives being senselessly slaughtered because of the evil thoughts of individuals.
There were natural disasters.
There were man-made disasters.
Every tragedy in the world was displayed in its entirety, surging into Luo Zhen's mind.
Luo Zhen seemed to be looking down on all these tragedies from high above. As he drifted over the battlefield wreathed in smoke and flames, his eyes flickered.
If he had not possessed the perfected Mind's Eye, then these scenes of tragedy would surely have caused his mind to shake violently, would they not?
However, even with the perfected Mind's Eye, Luo Zhen still felt unbearably heavy-hearted when he saw these scenes.
That was because none of this was fabricated. These were real tragedies that had occurred throughout human history.
"So I cannot forgive him."
When such a voice suddenly sounded from behind Luo Zhen, his pupils contracted. He abruptly turned around and looked behind himself.
There, a figure he had seen only once before, yet one that was deeply etched into his mind, had appeared at some point.
"Solomon..."
Yes.
Solomon.
Solomon, the King of Magecraft, had appeared behind Luo Zhen just like that.
The other man seemed to be gazing at these