With each word He spoke, His body continued to crumble.
Yet He was indifferent.
Because when Gu Jianlin awoke, He had already lost.
Noble as a God, even if countless eons of plans were ultimately reduced to ruin, and eternal life was set to wither away, He showed no emotion.
He seemed to accept everything calmly.
Snap.
A crisp snap of the fingers.
The two corpses in the altar were burned by the Sun's flames, turning to ashes.
Gu Jianlin erased their last traces from the world.
The Vermilion Bird Venerate showed a look of regret, lying on the ground, gasping as he looked up at the azure sky and laughed, "Is this my punishment?"
Gu Jianlin shook his head.
"I thought when I saw them, I'd feel jealous or angry."
He said softly, "But in reality, I didn't."
The Vermilion Bird Venerate chuckled silently, "Yes, you were like this as a child, never the kind of kid people liked, nor did you ever seek affection."
Gu Jianlin never showed envy or jealousy.
