Looking at Ning Xiner and the others before him, Ning Xiaochuan knew full well that they were all illusions, yet he still could not bring himself to strike.
Kill! Kill them at once.
The prompt from the World Extinction Godhead was like a devil's voice, ceaselessly tempting Ning Xiaochuan.
So long as he killed these people, Ning Xiaochuan could condense the World Extinction Godhead and obtain immense power.
The dilemma before him now was a choice between his family and power.
"Damn it! Is that even a choice?" Faced with this decision, Ning Xiaochuan's consciousness immediately began cursing. "I've had enough. Before, you had me kill those evil people—fine, killing them was one thing. But now you want me to kill my own family? Do you take me for some kind of lunatic?"
After that torrent of curses, Ning Xiaochuan felt utterly satisfied.
Unfortunately, there was no audience. No one could hear him curse.
Nor could the World Extinction Godhead hear him. Though it was choosing its master, it possessed no consciousness of its own.
Its test for Ning Xiaochuan was merely following a fundamental rule.
Kill! Kill them all.
The World Extinction Godhead's prompt continued urging Ning Xiaochuan on.
Yet the more it pressed him, the more repulsed Ning Xiaochuan became.
He had spent so much mental energy condensing this godhead, yet now it was controlling even him.
What kind of nonsense was this? Had he become the godhead's slave instead?
It was like someone buying a knife to chop vegetables, only for the knife to control its owner and make him chop himself up instead. That was putting the cart before the horse.
If even his consciousness was to be controlled by this godhead in the future, Ning Xiaochuan would rather condense the simplest godhead possible, so long