The Immeasurable looked at the Primordial World in disbelief: "I say... you haven't gone mad too, have you? Worried about us? Worried about what? Worried that we can't die? Hahaha... In this world, living is not easy, but if you want to die, isn't that simple? When the time comes, we don't even need to find those four fools of the Four Great Heavens, nor Chu Mo, that unfortunate hero of the Human Clan, we just need to find some cultivators in the ancestral realm to fight them!"
"No, what we're saying is not the same thing at all." The Primordial World spoke in a deep voice: "You shouldn't be so impetuous, why don't you try to sense again?"
