Du Yu froze. He had never considered that question.
Gathering all the cultivation of Zhongli Chun, Chada, Xingtian, Yinglong, Zhan Qisheng, Weaver Girl, and Yingning into a single strike of his own.
How much power would that strike hold?
If the timing was right, could it kill Great Dark Heaven outright?
It was a brilliant idea.
But then again, what if it failed?
Du Yu slowly stood up and said, "It's a very good plan. Unfortunately, I'm not going to gamble anymore. I've won so many times already. There's no way I'll win the next one."
The others still wanted to persuade him, but nothing they said could get through to Du Yu.
Zhan Qisheng knew that the "light" had already left Du Yu's eyes. Although Du Yu said he had changed history and never become "Sage," there seemed to be no difference between the two of them now. If there was one, it was that "Du Yu" still called himself "Du Yu," rather than "Sage."
It wasn't that Du Yu thought their plan was bad. He had simply given up completely.
It seemed the incident with Nüwa had affected him deeply.
Ever since joining the Legend Management Bureau, he had conscientiously risked his life to save all sorts of gods, immortals, and famous figures. Yet Nüwa had nearly disposed of him as though he were a menace.
If he kept going like this, the same thing would probably happen again.
In that case, what was any of this for?
When all was said and done, what had Du Yu gained?
"Everyone, if there's nothing else... get ready to move." Du Yu glanced at Yinglong again. "Yinglong, I need to ask you for one last favor."
Yinglong's eyelids stirred slightly as he looked at Du Yu. "What favor?"
"I have