Madman—he was a complete madman!
Above the clouded sky where every last avenue for compromise had been overturned, Wanrong could read everyone's thoughts from their expressions.
Wanrong did not care in the slightest about others' gazes.
With Its age and experience, was It not worthy of being a player manipulating the chessboard? Yet from some unknown point onward, throughout Its eternal years, schemes and masks had ceased to be a burden to It. It could naturally expose every plot and trick of the living beings around It; only then could problems be solved in the most primitive way.
As for the lofty yet empty title of Fire God, It likewise held it in no regard. Even the survival or destruction of the Immortal Court was nothing more than an illusory bubble.
The several Daluo Golden Immortals of the Immortal Court wore different expressions. Among them, the divine general Zhu Wutu, most loyal to the Immortal Court, truly could no longer tolerate Wanrong's recklessness. Wanrong intended to deal with the Yu Dynasty and the Azure Cloud Li Family alike. Without question, that would push both sides onto the same boat. Especially now that the Azure Cloud Li Family knew the truth of the prophets devouring people—the Azure Cloud Li Family harbored even less hatred toward the myriad races.
Sure enough, Daochu said furiously, "Does the Exalted Immortal truly intend to be so willful?"
Wanrong's contempt never wavered, driving Daochu nearly mad.
Yet the reason that had kept Ancient Sage City running for countless years prevented him from giving vent to his rage. In the end, he looked toward the Li clansman whom he had just called a "bastard." "Little Friend Changsheng, let us go. It seems neither side has a choice."
The Daluo Golden Immortals' expressions froze in an instant.
It