Kapitel 927: The Final Battle of Dao Struggle (3)

After guarding this world for 300,000 years, the Divine Emperor already had thoughts of this world.

He didn't want to leave, and he certainly didn't want to hand it over to the battling sects.

Looking at Wen Mosheng in front of him, Han Muye was momentarily speechless.

Indeed, there was no right or wrong in the world.

People in this world were not inherently good or bad.

From the moment cultivators embarked on the path of cultivation, they had overcome all obstacles along the way. They had stepped on the bones of others to advance.

Which cultivator hadn't spilled blood on his hands?

Good people?

Good people didn't last long in the world of cultivation.

The Divine Emperor who had suppressed this world couldn't possibly be a good person.

The Wood Deity, Marquis Zhenyang, and the powerful figures of the Upper Three Heavens were not good people.

What about himself?

Han Muye shook his head.