"Even with my divine soul making up for the Great Dao's deficiencies, this world is still incomplete. So..."
Luo Yunji understood now. Come to think of it, the three deities weren't really to blame. Humanity had brought this all upon itself, yet Li Jingzhi alone had been left to bear all the suffering. His kindness, his sorrow, his anger, his efforts, his despair, his resentment, his corruption...
Luo Yunji could understand and empathize with all of it. All he could say to the people of this world was: Thank goodness the Heavenly Dao hadn't chosen me back then. Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited a thousand years or spent a thousand years plotting. He would have shattered this world with his own hands then and there.
If Song Daren and the others dared treat him that way, he would kill every last person in the Azure Cloud Sect, pull out their souls, and trap them in the Ghost Umbrella to torment them day and night. Want to be reincarnated? Not a chance!
Fortunately, Tian Buyi wasn't the Qingyunzi of old. Fortunately, Song Daren and the others didn't merely dote on Luo Yunji—they treated him like their little ancestor and cherished him. Fortunately, Luo Yunji's sincere devotion had been returned in kind.
"What you saw before, the 'Book World,' was actually formed from my body. Now that my body has been restored, I will no longer reside in your Sea of Consciousness." The White-Clothed Deity looked at Luo Yunji and spoke slowly.
"The apocalypse has already arrived. We will do what we must for this world! You must do what you must, too!"
"Your resurrection wasn't without reason. This is your responsibility."
Hearing the three deities speak one after another, Luo Yunji felt a surge of resentment in his heart.
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