"I'm deeply sorry," Jiang Wang said.
"Sorry for what?" King Qing asked.
"It saddens me that an existence like you, one that once surpassed the pinnacle, would actually take pleasure in this." Jiang Wang said regretfully, "The heights I have pursued single-mindedly, day and night without cease, through diligence and hardship... how could the scenery at those heights be so ugly?"
"Haha." Seated upon the supreme throne, King Qing merely laughed once and crushed another Totem Spirit in his hand.
The watery blue smoke drifted into His nostrils, leaving Him briefly dazed in a languid haze.
Continuously granting hope, then continuously crushing that hope to dust.
He truly enjoyed doing this.
This was how He had tortured Swift Fire Yuxiu.
He had tormented the will of a world until it suffered beyond endurance, until even the heavens grew old!
What difference was there between the people before Him and her?
This world had never truly known any waves. Every twist and turn had come from His indulgence. He stood high above all, controlling everything; the tide of history moved according to His will!
But...
At this moment, facing this young man and those red-gold eyes, a thought could not help but leap into His mind—
Since when had He begun to feel such delight?
No.
In a world He had grown accustomed to for many years, a world He had controlled for many years, within a history propelled by immense inertia, He sharply sensed a trace of discord.
Just then, a streak of light tore across the sky. A frost rainbow hung from the high vault of heaven, rising beyond the heavens and falling toward—
"It's in the direction of the Pure Water Tribe!" Bai Yuxia, who had long memorized the map of the Floating Continent, shouted.
Jiang Wuxie sensed