Xie Wudi felt this deeply.
So all the anger, resentment, pain, and madness in his evil gaze gradually transformed into despair.
This despair was so pure that even with the Emperor's legacy, he couldn't muster a single thought of rebellion.
In his heart, only two words remained—
It's over.
His plans of hundreds of years, his schemes of three thousand years for rebirth, were over.
His dream of achieving the unparalleled foundation of three kinds of cultivation and renewing the path of the legacy, was over.
His ambition to first cut through all realms and then cut down the nine heavens, was over.
He even had a vague feeling that the Evil World, where he had forged his name as the invincible one for three thousand years, was about to end.
It all ended at the hands of Xie Tian, who brought him both comfort and anger, resentment, and despair.
"Xie Tian..."
"Why won't you just die!"
"Why can't you fulfill the hope I've been waiting for three thousand years for!"
