Xu Zimo understood Old Ghost's panic.
But he could not be bothered with it.
He looked at Xu Sanduo beside him.
"Do you remember what I told you?"
"I want... Twilight of the Gods."
The moment those words fell, Old Ghost's expression changed drastically. For a moment, he did not know what to say.
Xu Sanduo, however, was filled with excitement.
"My lord, please let me follow you. I want to witness the scene of Twilight of the Gods with my own eyes."
"You should forget it," Xu Zimo replied.
"Before you even see Twilight of the Gods, the aftershocks of the battle alone will be enough to kill you a hundred times."
"Just wait. This battle will be earth-shaking. No matter where you are, you will be able to see it."
"So preserving your life should come first."
"I understand," Xu Sanduo said, no longer insisting.
Instead, he gave Xu Zimo a deep bow.
Only then did Old Ghost recover his senses and ask, "My lord, you... you truly intend to go to the Divine Emperor's Mausoleum?"
The Divine Emperor's Mausoleum was fraught with danger.
So far, not a single person had managed to enter it.
And that was only the first problem.
Ever since the meteor had fallen from the sky last time, powerful members of the Divine Race had rushed here and had yet to leave.
If Xu Zimo went over now, he would likely confront the Divine Race head-on.
Those were two entirely different matters.
Facing the Divine Race head-on would bring consequences too terrible to contemplate.
Grave robbers like them merely meddled with the dead.
If anything happened, they would slip away at the first opportunity.
Ever since the Divine Race had ruled this world, faith in the gods had spread into the hearts of