But now it seems, even if they really did it, it doesn't seem to be just because they want to see a chaotic universe.
They are profiting from it, only they don't know what the profit is.
Until just now, the image Jiang Shu saw seemed to have given him some hint.
After Zhan Feng left, Jiang Shu stood alone at the edge of the Silent Abyss, lightly rubbing the patterns on the Desolate Star Halberd, his eyes flickering.
The space fragments floating in the abyss refracted colorful lights on his chiseled face, as if stars were swirling in his deep eyes.
"Zhan Yun."
Jiang Shu suddenly spoke, his voice echoing in the silent abyss.
A woman in light armor stepped forward and asked, "Brother Jiang, is there something you need?"
Unlike Zhan Feng's easygoing nature, she keenly sensed the anomaly in Jiang Shu's tone.
Jiang Shu turned around, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes, and asked, "Those supreme geniuses who died at the hands of the Doomsday Sect, where are their bodies now?"
