Silence, an unspeaking silence!
The entire Wuzhuang Temple was shrouded in silence, only the body of the Primordial Spirit trembled unconsciously.
"Brother Dao, what he said is right, we..." Lu Ya gave a bitter smile, unable to continue his words.
"I have failed!"
The Primordial Spirit slowly lifted his head, as if he aged in an instant, a self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his gaze towards Ye Xuan gradually calmed down.
"It wasn't you I lost to; I lost to myself." The Primordial Spirit gave a desolate smile, his ambitions dissipating at this moment, his eyes filled with confusion about the future.
Just as Ye Xuan said, he was too good at scheming, completely following a wrong path, and forgot that only his own strength is the eternal truth, and he lacked the courage to face death.
