And now, Zheng Cheng had shared the intelligence on their divinity, Jiang Mei, with them.
The impact and shock this had on them were imaginable.
Yet, Zheng Cheng didn't care about the matter.
The Spirit Charm Clan belonged to Jiang Mei, followed Jiang Mei's path.
Not the path of Zheng Cheng.
Even the Death Divinity in his mind was nothing more than a tool to Zheng Cheng.
A tool.
Not the foundation.
"Thank you, my god!"
"Regardless, you are still a divinity to our clan..."
"As you wish..."
Zheng Cheng said indifferently, his figure vanishing from the spot in a flutter.
He reappeared within the Life World.
"Life World... what is life, what is death?"
He floated in mid-air, closely observing the entire Life World.
They spoke, reproduced, died; ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
The sun was born, and the sunset ended the day.
Day after day, night after night.
Cycling endlessly, without end.
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