Gu Changzhi returned heavily injured, sitting on the mountaintop, looking at the black flowers all over the mountains, and in the end, did not extend his hand to pick them... For this "War God" who once stood at the pinnacle of the Seven Gods, it seemed that there were no longer any tasks in the world that he could not accomplish.
It was only a matter of wanting to do, or not wanting to do.
"If the Heavenly Sheath truly falls here, pulling it out may not be a good thing."
Gu Nanfeng said seriously, "The greatest weapon of mankind is wisdom. Those broken and chaotic things, as long as they are managed sincerely, can actually shine. This place was once a land of chaos, but after the intervention of the five families and three institutes, the [Heavenly Sheath] became a 'divine artifact' guarding the Tundra Prison. If Mr. Gu Changzhi had pulled it out back then... I'm afraid the order East Continent painstakingly established would need to be rearranged again."
"Indeed..."
