"Running was the right choice!"
"But he's set his sights on you, too."
Each word Ye Chen spoke landed with the weight of a mountain. Even the wind across the mountaintop seemed to freeze.
It was only a brief statement. No thunder cracked, yet it chilled them more deeply than any Supreme Sage's pursuit or the collapse of a realm.
Li Yun's pupils contracted. The last trace of lingering fear in his heart swelled without limit.
Ancient Emperor Changqing went rigid. His wine cup hung in midair, its contents trembling, though he did not notice.
He had lived for ages and witnessed more upheavals than he could count. Plenty of things had frightened him before, but all of them together could not compare to Ye Chen's few short sentences.
The old saying was true: the longer one roamed the martial world, the smaller one's courage grew. Not for any mysterious reason—one simply knew too much.
A god could die. A Divine Kingdom could collapse. But neither would ever truly perish.
A fallen True God could return to life amid the praises of his believers.
That was on an entirely different level from a body's death and a Dao Fruit's rebirth. It went far beyond Ancient Emperor Changqing's understanding.
Even Li Yun could not help recalling fragments of his earliest memories, when a wisp of his Divine Soul had entered the Gate of Myriad Wonders and passed through endless reincarnations. In the worlds it had first evolved, it seemed that once living beings reached a certain level, they truly became immortal and indestructible.
Even if they died and everything about them was ground into nothingness.
As long as one living being in the world still remembered you, even an accidental utterance of your name could become the beginning of your revival...