"But now, it seems," the Fire Dragon King's phantom snorted, his volatile spiritual fluctuations brimming with fury, "those human gods never honored any promise! They certainly did a thorough job of exterminating us!"
At this, Di Tian felt as though countless icy blades were slicing through his heart over and over, shredding it to pieces.
How could this be?
How could it?!
He had fled to the lower realm hundreds of thousands of years ago, endured humiliation and hardship, cultivated painstakingly, united Star Dou's ferocious beasts, and secretly amassed strength. All he had ever longed for was his sovereign, the Silver Dragon King, to awaken, then lead the Dragon Clan and the soul beasts in vengeance against those "treacherous" human gods who had "usurped the Divine Realm," reclaiming the glory that belonged to the Dragon Clan!
Yet now, Aunt Ice Dragon King was telling him that the chief culprit behind the Dragon Clan's near extinction was-was the Dragon God himself, whom he had devoutly worshipped since childhood and regarded as the supreme being?!
And the "rebellion of the human gods" he had hated for hundreds of thousands of years had merely been a cleanup after the Dragon Clan's internal tragedy. They might even have been the "executors" entrusted with his father's and mother's dying wishes?
Then what had all those hundreds of thousands of years of perseverance, restraint, and hatred amounted to?
What was the meaning of his existence, the goal he had struggled toward?
The foundation of his faith came crashing down. The entire world seemed to spin before his eyes, shatter, and dissolve into nothingness.
"No-no-"
Di Tian murmured softly, his towering frame stooping slightly. Those golden eyes that had once looked down upon the world, burning with the flames of vengeance, now held only boundless emptiness, bewilderment,