Or perhaps no one would remember that she had ever done this, and she feared nothing.
And her only purpose in doing so was to protect her disciple.
For a moment, Galacta did not know why, but she felt a trace of sorrow in her heart.
Just then, a voice sounded beside her ear. "Master, you mustn't."
It was Zhang Yang.
At that moment, Zhang Yang looked at The Ancient One and shook his head.
Zhang Yang knew full well that the Creator Gods and the Living Tribunal were both after him.
It was somewhat unfair to drag others into this because of him—especially The Ancient One.
Zhang Yang shook his head.
He could not accept this.
There was no sorrow on The Ancient One's face, not even an expression. She did not even turn around to look at Zhang Yang, merely saying calmly, "Disciple, you cannot contend against the Omnipotent and Omniscient God. We are all nothing more than dust upon Earth."
After she finished speaking, before Zhang Yang could say anything, The Ancient One looked at the Living Tribunal and said, "If my disciple can be saved, then my life will not have been lived in vain."
The Ancient One's gaze was resolute yet serene.
The Ancient One knew.
Before the Living Tribunal, she was now nothing more than an ordinary person. Even if she fell to darkness, that power would still be unable to defeat the Living Tribunal.
Thus, all The Ancient One had left was to plead.
Upon hearing her words, the Living Tribunal suddenly froze.
He seemed to fall silent.
After a long while, the Living Tribunal finally seemed to react and said to The Ancient One, "I have just received an order from my master. If Zhang Yang can defeat a god, he will