"Held back?"
Taichu froze for a moment at those words, then quickly sneered.
He straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes.
"Have you spent so long in this mortal world that even your mind has grown dull?"
"You represent the beginning of everything. I represent its end."
"But since I personally fashioned that 'weapon,' naturally, I must see it fulfill its intended purpose."
"I will not allow a tool whose cycle is still incomplete to perish halfway through."
He raised his chin slightly. "As for holding back? You flatter yourself."
His words were watertight, as though he were truly nothing more than a superior being safeguarding his chessboard.
Yet after hearing them, the flames in Si Chen's eyes gradually subsided.
Once he calmed down, many clues became apparent.
Taichu kept saying that this world was terminally ill, that he would restart the era and erase everything.
Yet even now, he had never truly struck to kill.
Not once.
What he did and what he said seemed to be entirely different things.
If Taichu truly wanted nothing but to erase the old world, why had he still not acted?
First, he had made a wager with him.
He called it a wager, but in truth, he had forcibly given everyone a few centuries of breathing room.
It was precisely because of that breathing room that the River Chart world had come into being, and Xie Changsheng, Zhou Yan, and the others had gained the time to truly grow.
Then there was his recruitment of Luo Hou.
That Supreme Filth Demon, who had merged with the Heavenly Dao of Myriad Worlds, had long since surpassed ordinary Immortal Emperors in strength.
He had seemingly ravaged the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, whipping up bloody winds and rains of gore...
But thinking back carefully, he had never