The statues floating in the sea of clouds are emotionless clay sculptures.
No matter what kind of Deity they originally were, in this Shenxiao World, they indeed only serve as vessels carrying Divine Power.
Xiong Sansi silently drew his sword, each stroke seeming to repeat the past.
In the Thousand Tribulations Cave where the Heavenly Sun is never seen, enduring day after day.
In the hostility-laden Purple Wu Hills, covered in black robes, face hidden by a black mask.
He had no friends; in fact, he had no enemies either.
The slaughter held no personal emotion; everything he did was for manipulation.
With the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch, there was an eternal enmity, which probably could never be avenged.
After all, after escaping the Thousand Tribulations Cave, he never even found a shadow of the Three Evil Tribulation Monarch.
