After Lan Fozi finished speaking, heaven and earth fell silent.
She knelt on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold snow, and did not rise for a long time.
But even after she waited for ages, there was no response from ahead.
No divine decree descended!
The god remained silent!
Lan Fozi slowly raised her head. The excitement on her face gradually faded, replaced by bewilderment.
The god was silent, and she was bewildered.
She looked at Lin Ming's deliberately blurred figure, her lips moving as she murmured.
"But... great God of Non-Contention, what should I do?"
The moment those words left her mouth, even she froze.
Yes, what should she do?
She was willing to inherit the will of the God of Non-Contention. She was willing to rid this world of all strife. She was willing to give everything.
But then what?
What should she do next?
The bewilderment on Lan Fozi's face grew deeper and deeper.
She truly did not know how to solve this problem that had plagued the Douluo Continent for countless years.
Humans and soul beasts were born mortal enemies.
This hatred was carved into their bloodlines, beyond reconciliation.
Humans needed soul rings, soul bones, and soul spirits. Every soul master's growth trod upon the bones of countless soul beasts.
And to survive and cultivate, soul beasts also had to devour humans and other soul beasts.
It was a vicious cycle.
Ever since humans and soul beasts first existed, this cycle had never stopped.
Lan Fozi had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Tens of thousands of years.
She had watched with her own eyes as humans rose from weakness, step by step.
She had watched with her own eyes as soul beasts, once spread across the continent, were slaughtered to near extinction,