Holding up Chaos Bell's lusterless body, treasures like the Taiji Diagram could not help looking at one another. Since Chaos Bell was Eastern Emperor Taiyi's natal treasure, they had not communicated much and knew little of its temperament. For a moment, they had no idea what to say.
"Put it away."
The Taiji Diagram sighed. Though the other party's choice had been unexpected, since it had made that choice, there was no need to continue talking.
Just look at Crow King, who had been rammed to death alive. In the final second of its life, for the first time ever, they had seen that expression on Evil Nature's face.
Yes, it had begun to doubt evil itself.
It simply could not understand, much less accept it.
This was a treasure. A grand treasure. The Primordial World's foremost defensive divine artifact, an existence at the absolute pinnacle.
How the hell did it end up with such a personality?
If you said she had a temper—well, looking at the dust of the red race filling the sky, her temper was certainly something. She had slaughtered hundreds of billions of the red race, killing them until she went numb, wiping out preparations that had taken them tens of thousands of years in one stroke.
But the way she went about things was enough to leave people laughing and crying at once.
If she had been righteous at heart, enduring humiliation and carrying heavy burdens, Evil Nature figured that even in defeat, it could have consoled itself.
Instead, it was Old Jiang fishing—those willing to bite took the hook.
Because she could not be bothered to move, she simply watched and waited until you delivered yourself to her doorstep, then abruptly dealt you a vicious blow.
And this viciousness was no ordinary viciousness—it was