Miracles Are Made by People

Su Shi'er spoke calmly. As he spoke, a faint stream of true essence surged forth.

Under the Object Control Technique, the Pseudo Heaven and Earth Furnace hovering in the air turned into a streak of light, flew before him, and was tucked away.

Seeing Su Shi'er put away the Pseudo Heaven and Earth Furnace, Situ Zhen's eyes brimmed with envy, yet he could do nothing about it.

He knew that with such a supreme treasure in hand, Su Shi'er's future achievements would surely be beyond measure.

And that treasure had once brushed past him. He had been only one step away from clutching it firmly in his grasp.

But now, no amount of regret was of any use.

His life was about to end. Only the living could walk farther.

"An unknown nobody?"

"Could some utterly ordinary nobody possess so many supreme treasures? Could he comprehend the 'Heavenly Sword Art'? Could he cultivate Golden Cicada Temple's ultimate art, the Great Brahma Holy Palm, to such a level?"

A light suddenly flared in Situ Zhen's clouded eyes as he glared furiously at Su Shi'er.

At that moment, he felt as though he had been deeply humiliated!

Whether from his own investigations or the information obtained from the Demon Shadow Palace, everything indicated that Su Shi'er was merely an ordinary cultivator who had emerged from some insignificant place.

Yet Situ Zhen's preconceived notions made him utterly unwilling to accept that fact.

"You may refuse to believe it, but in this world, things have always depended on what people make of them!" Su Shi'er clasped his hands behind his back and stared coldly at Situ Zhen.

At this point, Situ Zhen had lost all his cultivation and could no longer pose the slightest threat to him.

And seeing Situ Zhen reduced to such