Ji Jue, as if struck by lightning.
"Hey, have you finally understood?"
The Lord of Huangliang laughed: "One part good, tenfold evil, ten thousandfold consequence... Behind every construction and achievement, just how much ruin and aftermath lie?
Under such irreversibility, it's like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, futilely drinking poison to quench thirst, splitting the world into two, and endlessly delaying the arrival of Hell."
"..."
In the silence, Ji Jue was speechless, drenched in sweat; several times he wanted to speak, but no sound came out. At last, he asked hoarsely, "Is this the lock?"
"Lock? Oh, I see, separating Superior and Great Evil, severing their influence and backlash, calling it a lock is indeed appropriate."
Hua Xujun nodded calmly, "However, haven't you experienced it firsthand? When you used the Border Prison to seal the Paradise, the spontaneous change that occurred was able to separate Wen Sheng and the Holy God, imprisoning divinity in Heaven.
