Qin Fen's calm voice echoed through the restroom. Good thing it wasn't broadcast, or the entire Heavenly Court would have thrown up again.
"Out with the old, in with the new!" A phrase full of philosophy, expressing an optimistic attitude toward life, carried a slight—no, enormous—emotion that left the immortals speechless. Qin Fen said it naturally.
Heavenly Dao was deeply depressed. Although Big Chef had dragged him into that invisible future and killed him there too, seeing the fragments of the Investiture of the Gods drifting all over the sky still pained him. That had been one of his achievements, and now it was gone just like that.
"Let's see how you play this from here on out!" Heavenly Dao was furious. As someone who should originally have become the Dao Ancestor, he could endure even having his title stolen by Big Chef. What was one Investiture of the Gods that he couldn't endure? At this moment, his eyes were on the future. Qin Fen had broken free of Destiny's path. Once he went beyond control, hehe... "Even the Great Dao won't be able to save you then! Let's see how you die!"
Hongjun viciously cursed that bastard.
But the moment he finished speaking, he noticed something wrong. A bizarre change had appeared in the backend. Fuck me, there wasn't even a blue screen this time—the system had shut down.
He assumed the program had malfunctioned and caused the shutdown. It wasn't impossible to explain. The rules of Investiture of the Gods and Qin Fen's reforms had fought to mutual destruction, so the system naturally needed to process an update.
He turned and shot Qin Fen a vicious glare, then began waiting for Heavenly Dao to restart. At the same time, he lost his surveillance over Big Chef.
Qin Fen's