Daoist Kang wanted to turn his head and look at that person, but found his body wrapped in a mass of black mist that was eating into the deepest layers of his mind. For a moment, it felt as though his body no longer belonged to him. Even his eyeballs seemed unable to move.
At that moment, he heard a voice beside him say, "Quite a few people, driven into a corner with no way out, have chosen to head for the Great Chaos. If you had chosen the Great Chaos from the very beginning, I might have admired your courage and daring, perhaps even given you an opportunity. But in truth, you have neither courage nor ability. How could the mysteries of Chaos possibly be glimpsed by people like you?"
Daoist Kang spoke with difficulty. "Kang indeed harbored a measure of wishful luck when entering this path. If Your Excellency is unwilling to accept me, Kang will not force the matter. At worst, I become a chaotic monster. At least then I can fight my enemies to the death. That is still better than being captured and taken back."
A scornful laugh came from above. "You make it sound so righteous and awe-inspiring. Do you think yourself so decisive? You had the nerve to become a chaotic monster, the nerve to venture into the Great Chaos, yet lacked the nerve to fight Origin Xia. Instead, you rushed to defect to them. Whom do you think this so-called resolve can deceive?"
The voice said leisurely, "You are merely a coward without courage, a petty man with a few scheming thoughts besides. Even if someone like you truly became a chaotic being, you would only disgust me. I cannot be bothered to look at you twice. Better that you are wiped