"The Heavenly Book is shattered."
Bi Fang looked at the fragments of the Heavenly Book on the ground and recalled the glory of his past life.
The storyteller's hall, with its nine incense sticks, was capable of wielding the "Will Heavenly Book." Because he had crafted this Heavenly Book, Bi Fang never considered himself an ordinary god-level being.
"The other god-level beings merely supervise the human world, but I... with the Heavenly Book in hand, I control Heaven and Earth."
Now that the Heavenly Book was shattered, the pride embedded deep in Bi Fang's bones crumbled entirely.
"It's all because of you... Zhou Xuan... If there were no one like you in the human world, I, Bi Fang, would still be Bi Fang."
"Three hundred years, I, Bi Fang, have controlled the storyteller's hall for three hundred years."
