"If that's what you're saying, then what's the point of even trying? Shouldn't we just pack up and wait for death? That would be much quicker, wouldn't it?"
Wen Yu wasn't wrong.
What is Heaven? What is God?
Anything that can be resisted, that can be struck down, can only be a false god! A fake heaven!
It sounds noble to go against Heaven, but the myriad hidden killing intents beneath that phrase were enough to make one shudder.
Was Qi Tian Da Sheng truly formidable? Wasn't he still smacked down by Buddha Tathagata, pinned for 500 years?
Besides, could Buddha Tathagata even compare to Heaven?
Wen Yu admitted to himself that he lacked such bearing and boldness.
"Then you can just go die! But you don't want to die! You want to live, and live freely! Live with flair! Don't you see how contradictory you are?"
"No! I'm not contradictory at all!"
Wen Yu decisively responded.
