Then, he no longer wasted words, but transformed into black mist and vanished instantly into the Star River. He intended to accelerate the extinction of all races.
After his departure, the slight urgency in Zhuge Buruo's eyes quietly dissipated.
"Thinking too much, seeing all possibilities, is most likely to entrap oneself."
"To kill or not to kill doesn't matter."
"Whether we live or die doesn't matter. What matters is that when you contemplate extinguishing us.
Cause and effect have already intertwined..."
Zhuge Buruo gazed at the disappearing silhouette of the World Light, muttering softly while he spoke, his form growing increasingly blurry.
Finally, only an almost invisible shadow remained, and not far away, a light figure emerged, surrounded by countless words, symbols, and marks.
Just standing there represented unimaginable mystery and depth.
As Zhuge Buruo's form became more ethereal, the light figure grew even more dazzling.
