The Beast God was dead. It wasn't Wang Linchi who had killed him; Linchi didn't possess that kind of power.
However, Wang Linchi felt even worse, because he simply couldn't imagine how he was going to handle the impending apocalypse.
"Saint Master, have your Blessing think of something, see if there's any way for me to survive the end of the world," Wang Linchi said, looking at the Saint Master.
He figured that rather than trying to become strong enough to deal with the Great Ruins, he might as well gamble on his Luck.
The power of the Beast God and the Heavenly Demon was unfathomable. Comparing Wang Linchi to these two was like comparing clouds and mud; they were the clouds, and he was the mud.
The Saint Master remained motionless, showing no reaction at all.
It would have been strange if it did react. This thing was just a stand-in. If it were actually capable enough to respond, Wang Linchi would have been scared to death.
