Seeing Zhang Zhen fall silent, Wang Hao said helplessly, "The path you choose determines the outcome you get."
"This time, I didn't keep a single thing Chen Changsheng gave me."
"If you're still dissatisfied, there's nothing I can do about it."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhen looked up at Wang Hao.
"As a Demon Cultivator, you've indeed done quite well, but that doesn't change the fact that you're still human."
"I only want to ask you one thing. After doing so much, have you ever regretted it?"
Faced with Zhang Zhen's question, Wang Hao wiped the playful grin from his face and looked into the distance.
"What has happened cannot be changed. All we can do is bear it all."
"Besides, every path was chosen by ourselves. What right do we have to regret it now?"
After receiving his answer, Zhang Zhen remained silent for two breaths before finally taking the pill from Wang Hao's hand.
The 150th year of the Three Hundred Years of Despair.
The joy of local victories had been swept away, and the world once again sank deep into despair.
The prodigies who had grown amid the flames of war were indeed powerful, but the experts of the Forbidden Grounds were stronger still—and more numerous.
The handful of prodigies one could count on their fingers simply could not completely stop this calamity befalling the Common People.
Countless experts of the Buddhist Kingdom had fallen. Half of the ten great Daoist Holy Lands had vanished outright, and the Underworld's Eighteen Levels of Hell had been breached.
Even a force as powerful as the Heavenly Court suffered defeat after defeat when facing the experts of the Forbidden Grounds.
Yet what drove people further into despair was that, while the experts of the Forbidden Grounds plundered the world, many