"The path is carved through killing."
"From day to night, from the human world to the afterlife, just focus on one direction and strike down. Once the enemy is afraid and retreats, the path, it's made available."
In the moment when the divine palace shattered, darkness welcomed the dawn, and even the murky sky over God's Relics appeared so fresh. The air itself tasted sweeter.
Yue Gongli was silent without a word, yet those words just spoken flashed through his mind.
It was when The Divine's fame was rising that he, in jest, interviewed the bald man as a bard. The man's answer was calm and serious.
He was as calm as he is now, beating up the Di Ying Holy Plant.
But Yue Gongli vaguely remembered the scene at that time:
The Divine, holding hands with the woman unknown to the world, stood tallest in the bustling crowd, a head or two above everyone else.