Yan Hao's repeated deaths hung over Pang Jian and Mu Duo's hearts like a shadow, leaving them both heavy and oppressed.
A God King could not even break free from the world formed by his own head, failing time and again to shatter through the heavens.
If even Yan Hao was like this, unable to escape his fixed fate, then what could they possibly do?
"Perhaps living well and not seeking to reach the far shore of the Great Dao is the best choice."
Mu Duo spoke with boundless emotion.
Pang Jian said in a low voice, "If one resigns oneself to fate, then one becomes like an ordinary mortal, willingly accepting birth, aging, illness, and death. Natural disasters and man-made calamities—none can be avoided. But that is not the life I want. I do not want to become cannon fodder in the gods' game amid such a great catastrophe."
Floating amid the stars, he continued to devour the many divine marvels scattered by Yan Hao's destruction through his connection to the Ruins Domain.
Ancient divine inscriptions, laws containing the true essence of the sun and blazing fire, and incomparably pure solar essence energy all became aids to his advance toward becoming a Sovereign.
He could clearly sense his cultivation realm rising, faintly touching the barrier to a breakthrough.
Yan Hao's rebirths, the repeated refinement of his body before exploding to death, seemed to be for the sake of fulfilling him.
A secret expectation arose within him. What he wondered was... would another Yan Hao appear?
With flickering eyes, he began searching for life seeds that retained Yan Hao's imprint, yearning for the next Yan Hao to emerge.
"Those ancient divine inscriptions refined by Yan Hao, those laws and Great Daos, seem to be making up for your shortcomings while