Infinitesimally Close to the Realm of Divine and Physical Destruction

"Some deaths were lighter than a feather, while others were heavier than Mount Tai.

As for a top-tier Immortal like the Heavenly Emperor, it would be unreasonable for him not to blow up a few stars when he died. Perhaps they would have to blow up a solar system to make it lively enough?

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Golden Dragon," the Celestial Thearch said with a smile, as if she had guessed the White Dragon's thoughts. "I'm not a person who likes to destroy things. Even if I die a grand death, I won't blow up a few stars."

The White Dragon was speechless.

She stretched out her small claws and tried to scratch the air. The White Dragon wanted to scratch her face to see if she had been infected by Song Shuhang's 'facial caption'.

Recently, he felt that it was very easy for others to guess what he was thinking. It must have been Sixteen who had stayed with Song Shuhang for too long, causing her to be indirectly infected.