Mocking laughter echoed under Mount Cang.
"The ending was determined long ago; you can't change anything."
Booming...
The scene before Zhou Dao's eyes seemed real, the feelings kept assaulting his soul, seeping into his Divine Soul.
All of this was real and the future.
His divine soul trembled.
That kind of loneliness reached his bones, as if he were incompatible with this world.
Everything would perish.
"Zhou Dao..."
As if sensing something, the little black cat called out without falling deeply into it.
"Useless."
The barefoot young man shook his head.
"Who are you?" The little black cat's fur stood on end, immediately alert.
"People hold on to hope, afraid of losing hope."
The barefoot young man stared at Zhou Dao, sensing the latter's soul fluctuations.
"Desire and fear are all obstacles; only by seeing the true nature of the mind can you see all the gods..."
"Thousand God Temple!?"
The little black cat was shocked, looking at the barefoot youth, somewhat dazed.