The view was vast and blurred, filled with the slaughter of the Gods. She was pinned here, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and even the great catastrophe in the depths of the sky momentarily froze.
Hearing someone shout "Princess," she slightly raised her head and saw that pitch-black giant sword like ink, mighty as the sea, slashing towards the God.
Unfortunately, it had no effect; his sword couldn't even break the God's Divine Brilliance, let alone touch the God's body.
The God was too powerful, utterly without solution.
At this moment, Wen Yuqing's faith started to waver.
She recalled her former self, the determination over hundreds of thousands of years, moving forward unswervingly, tirelessly entering Reincarnation.
Traversing the world again and again.
The inner desolation and loneliness, forever tasted only by oneself, with no one to confide in.
The time was so long.
