"???"
"!"
With 0.6 seconds left on the countdown, Zhao Dong opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He began to wonder whether this was still a dream. Next, he should wake up, just like the previous times.
Deep in his heart, there was a thought even he himself had never noticed: Zhao Cheng was the protagonist. He wouldn't die. Zhao Dong had a blind faith in Zhao Cheng.
It wasn't just him. Many people thought the same way. Even Earth's strongest mythical powerhouses did.
If the world were compared to a book, many characters would appear within it, and indeed, many characters in books would die. But no one, while reading The Investiture of the Gods, would ever think that the Dao Patriarch in the book would die in some later chapter.
Yet now, such a thing had happened.
Elsewhere, the light vanished from Zhao Xiaoxiang's eyes in an instant. She couldn't believe something like this could happen.
On a high platform, Li Nishang's pupils were slightly unfocused. An intense, dreamlike feeling flooded her spiritual world.
She had seen through the barriers of the heart; there was no doubting the strength of her will. It could be said that there were very few things in this world that could make her question reality. For ordinary people, the notion that anything was possible did not hold true. They would instinctively reject things they were unwilling to believe. But for mythical beings, their minds were almost capable of accepting anything, possessing immense tolerance.
Yet at this moment, when it came to this matter, that ultimate tolerance had failed.
In a room somewhere, Zhou Yu's thoughts returned to the past.
"Zhao Cheng, do you think people dying is just a fabricated lie? Those people who supposedly died are only acting, all