A Miracle Rarer Than Miracles

From an objective perspective alone, the universe itself was already sufficiently equal and loving.

No one would die, nor could anyone kill anyone else.

Famine, war, illness, death, the Sea of Bitterness filled with suffering—these were merely illusions from the subjective perspectives of all living beings, entirely unworthy of attention.

This was the world as seen by the Other Shore Ones of the True World.

Qi Zhengyan disliked this indifferent viewpoint of the Other Shore Ones, and so did Meng Qi, Jiang Zhiwei, and the others.

"I rather like the people of the True World. I gave each of them a ticket of Transcendence to escape the apocalypse. The obvious truth is that I don't like the Other Shore Ones' viewpoint either."

Li Heng gently blew a breath, and the streaks of black blood flowing across the face of the Gu Sang head he held vanished without a trace.

Those hollow, pitch-black eye sockets once more grew a pair of eyes containing the stars, returning her to that ethereal, exquisite appearance.

However, compared to the normal Gu Sang in ordinary people's eyes, this face lacked a trace of liveliness. She looked like an inanimate doll model.

After staring at the head in his palm for a moment, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Mm, she's cute like this now."

Turning the head in his hand toward Meng Qi, Li Heng said with a beaming smile, "I fixed her. She still can't move, but she's much cuter than before."

"Oh, and don't get any improper ideas about this Gu Sang. She looks exactly the same, but this head belongs to your good brother's girlfriend."

Meng Qi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry. I'm a steadfast Pure Love War God."

He was merely an ordinary Earthling who was neither handsome nor powerful.