The string of footsteps crunched softly over the gravel, yet amid the howling wind sweeping across the battlefield, the sound was strangely clear, as if it were right beside his ear.
Wu Heng did not turn around. He knew who had come. In such an environment, only one person could remain so steady, so composed.
Death Old Man.
He walked up behind Wu Heng and stopped. Several steps separated them, and neither spoke first.
After a long while, Death Old Man asked in a deep voice, "Are you really going to keep doing this?"
Wu Heng's gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, watching the angels and demons still slaughtering one another, already numbed by the killing. Expressionlessly, he said, "This is my path."
Death Old Man sighed at those words. The sigh was heavy, as though it had carried out years of pent-up gloom.
Then he spoke again. This time, he said more, as though making one final effort. "I came to persuade you. The fact that you can open so many Gates of Worlds proves that you have already gained Heaven's authority. So you must have experienced the things God arranged for you. Those were God's state of mind, and also the reason he left Heaven."
"You should cherish the time before you. You are already strong enough—why must you take this step? It will cause irreparable damage to the entire universe."
"Creating death so recklessly and seeking to control everything will only turn you into what you became in the life God gave you. That is not what God wanted, nor will it be what you want."
Wu Heng listened without the slightest change in expression.
He fell silent for a while, as though organizing his thoughts, or perhaps confirming what he truly felt inside.
Then he spoke,