Chapter 297

Valoel gave up on the world itself.

He couldn't stop them.

He couldn't hurt them.

Yet, he couldn't step in to help either.

He had experienced and seen it too much.

If the world wanted to end and destroy itself, so be it.

He was only a powerless old angel.

Thus, the old angel, master of three powerful disciples, became a hermit and never chose a side.

Thus, that was the end of the memories that Valoel showed to K'xug.

K'xug found himself alone in the blank, stark white space. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.

"In the end, what we are doing is prolonging the same cycle they did."

He opened his eyes, his different-coloured irises landing on a familiar figure standing a distance away from him.

It was Xue.

He turned back, showing K'xug a confident grin.

It was a figment of the past Xue.

"A cycle that you couldn't stop as well."

K'xug sighed.