The Grand Finale

Lin Heng and Gu Jianhua faced each other from afar in midair.

When their eyes met, Gu Jianhua actually averted his gaze from Lin Heng's.

Lin Heng clearly gave off no presence whatsoever.

Yet simply standing there, he put immense pressure on Gu Jianhua.

"Why?"

"The last time Hai Qianmo went to the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands,"

"you had not even entered the Three Realms of Peeking at Heaven."

"How on earth did you do it in such a short time?"

In the end, Gu Jianhua couldn't help asking.

Gu Jianhua asked himself, what kind of heaven's chosen had he not seen over all these years?

Yet even the monstrous geniuses among the Pangu Clan's talents back then

paled in comparison to Lin Heng now.

Lin Heng looked calmly at Gu Jianhua and said indifferently:

"Life and death are decreed by fate; wealth and honor lie with Heaven."

"Everything you have fought and struggled for was long since predestined."

"You believe you broke free of Heaven's decree."

"Little do you know, you have always been under its control."

Lin Heng's words dealt Gu Jianhua a tremendous blow.

He had searched for so many years.

Striven for so many years.

And even, to achieve his goal,

he had not hesitated to send the successor he had personally raised on the road to the Yellow Springs.

All of it had been for the sake of completing his plan.

Yet in the end,

his struggles over countless years

seemed so fragile before Lin Heng.

Gu Jianhua couldn't help smiling in self-mockery.

"It seems I was the one who made you what you are."

At the end of his life,

Gu Jianhua came to an understanding, though it was no good thing.

To put it plainly, he was merely a chess piece Pangu