A vast pressure swept outward, and the entire Golden Throne Hall collapsed with a thunderous roar!
Worry Shichen stood amid the ruins, quietly watching Tragic Shichen, the same sorrowful expression still on his face.
"I sense..." he began slowly, "that you seem very angry."
Tragic Shichen said nothing.
He merely stood there, the nine-colored Dao Wheel revolving slowly behind him, complex emotions churning in his eyes.
The Fate Dao on the Dao Wheel behind Worry Shichen suddenly rippled.
As though sensing something, he raised his head and looked into the depths of the void.
When he withdrew his gaze and looked at Tragic Shichen again, the worry in his eyes had grown even deeper.
"Struggle as we might, we cannot escape our ordained destination. We are merely insignificant fragments in the grand sweep of history. That being is the pillar holding up the cosmic order. Nothing can happen to him. You were not originally this sort of person. Could it be that the more emotions you merge with, the more your selfish desires swell?"
"To describe you in the words of mortal beings, you are a sanctimonious saint," Tragic Shichen replied with a hint of indifference.
"Even ants cling to life! How much more so should we?"
"You have your righteous cause, and I have my path!"
With that, he moved to press his palm down!
"Quick! Surround him!"
"Notify the Tribunal! A heretic has appeared!"
Urgent shouts came from the distance.
Large numbers of Adeptus Custodes poured in from every direction, surrounding Tragic Shichen in the blink of an eye.
Though their strength fell far short of his, their eyes were filled with resolve and loyalty, without the slightest intention of retreating.
"Heretic! By attacking the Savior, you have committed a crime punishable by death!"
The Captain of the