The morning mist wrapped the ruins of Spirit City like gauze steeped in shattered silver.
Huo Yuhao looked at Ye Guyi, the God of Light, standing motionless before him, and watched the complex emotions surging across her face-the bewilderment of shattered beliefs, and the hesitation of breaking free from the old order.
This change in her was Huo Yuhao's first move toward overturning the cosmic chessboard.
To Huo Yuhao, Ye Guyi's transformation was no chance epiphany, but the opening of his formal declaration of war against the Heavenly Will Hand that controlled everything in this universe.
He knew the Heavenly Will Hand all too well.
In his previous life, he had spent a lifetime journeying from that gloomy Wood Shed to the pinnacle of the Divine Realm, only to realize with a start that everything he had encountered, everything he had felt, had merely served as ornamentation for a rotten family dynasty.
He had bowed low, compromised, and even become an accomplice, using countless vibrant lives as nourishment to feed an evil empire.
In his previous life, he had been expendable material. In this life, he had returned bearing hatred, and from the moment he stepped out of that Wood Shed again, there was only one thing he intended to do: eradicate this so-called Heavenly Will Hand completely.
"Guyi, don't doubt what you truly feel right now. Follow your heart."
The wind lifted Ye Guyi's pale golden hair. Her voice was hoarse, as though scoured with sandpaper. "Is this Douluo Continent plane we live in really a world that requires constant sacrifices of life?"
No one would willingly accept that the land where they had been born and raised was steeped in sin down to its very roots.
The truth was heavy and bone-chilling.
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