The voice of the Demon God echoed again in his mind,
"Liu Luo, you are the most terrifyingly gifted person I have ever seen, your soul was born mutated. What Buddha, what Celestial Emperor, all are far inferior to your aptitude. You have never been keen on cultivation... just by casually practicing the martial arts I've given you, you've already reached this level, capable of crushing the whole world."
"So, please, the greatest hypocrisy in the world, be like the greatest truth and goodness of the Immortal Ancestor, save this world. I will lend you all my power."
Goodness, and hypocrisy?
Liu Luo was silent, was not this the tale of Jiaxia's great flood era, where gods and demons were exterminated?
Everything seemed destined, as though it had returned to its origin, facing gods and demons once more.
