Shi Hao's eyes reddened, his nose stinging as he looked at them, afraid he might never see them again. In that world, he was all alone. Everything else was gone.
Even someone as powerful as the Willow Deity had left behind only a charred stump, steeped in the desolation of endless ages, never to appear in the world again.
"It was nothing. A great age arrived, flourishing and prosperous, and the whole world rejoiced," Shi Hao said.
The Willow Deity sighed. How could she not understand Shi Hao? She had watched him grow up. The loss in his expression said it all.
"What about yours?" Qi Daolin asked He Xian, no longer treating him with affection or calling him his disciple.
"The heavens faded into oblivion, and the end of the world came. Every being beyond the human realm died, ruthlessly erased." He Xian stared straight at Shi Hao, scarcely able to suppress the killing intent in his heart.
Qi Daolin and the Undying Being were now both staring straight at He Xian as well.
But the Willow Deity broke the deadlock then, saying softly, "The future must be magnificent, but very quiet too, I imagine. Many people will no longer exist, but in the end, it will be beautiful and full of hope."
At those words, Shi Hao and He Xian clenched their fists at the same time, as though crushed beneath immense pressure.
"The future is uncertain, with many variables. What you see may not necessarily come true. There is always a slender chance of survival," the Willow Deity comforted them, though it was unclear whether she was comforting Shi Hao or He Xian.
"Really?" Like someone drowning in the sea on a rainy night who suddenly spotted a lighthouse, Shi Hao seemed to have grasped a life-saving