In the boundless starry sky.
Dao Xuanzi and the other stood silently atop the river of stars, their expressions solemn as they stared in the direction where Wood God's body had exploded, neither saying a word.
"Brother, go in peace!"
His voice choked.
Even Dao Xuanzi no longer wore a smile at this moment. His expression had begun to drift uncertainly.
The man beside him remained silent as well.
"Cao Bai is gone."
Dao Xuanzi slightly raised his head. His vacant eyes looked toward the heavens above, and he said nothing.
"Wu Xing, do you think our human race still has a chance?"
Dao Xuanzi's voice was filled with bewilderment.
For hundreds of millions, perhaps even billions of years, the human race had never gained much of an advantage in its struggle against the gods.
Even though they had slain five gods in succession during this period—God of Shadows could be considered fallen—the human race still remained at a disadvantage.
After all, God of Light alone was enough to suppress the human race until they could barely breathe.
And with all those other gods as well, humanity's hope remained slim.
Even Dao Xuanzi, a late-stage supreme powerhouse, could not help but ask such a question now.
Wu Xing was precisely the supreme powerhouse standing beside Dao Xuanzi.
His eyes turned toward the black spherical prison in the distance, and he hesitated for a moment.
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps?"
Dao Xuanzi's face was incomparably bitter. Shaking his head, he looked at that black prison.
"I wonder which senior of the human race is inside. To think they can contend with God of Light... If our human race truly possesses such strength, then we would truly have hope!"
Dao Xuanzi murmured.
Yet his voice was still filled with uncertainty.
There was no helping it.