In contrast, Lu Yan still sits quietly on the supreme throne surrounded by gods, his form perfectly integrated with the entire version of the Three Realms.
Within his eyes, the left like the sun, the right like the moon, their radiance descends upon the earth, nurturing all things.
His aura is so vast, so majestic, as if he is the source of all myths, the endpoint of all faiths, the creator and ruler of everything, the king of kings, the god of gods!
Yet witnessing this scene, which can be described as a miracle, the Main God, about to dissipate completely, suddenly laughed.
The smile was so complex, with genuine amazement at Lu Yan's astounding maneuver, with profound helplessness at the failure of his own plans.
But more than that, it was a kind of icy, bone-chilling sarcasm born from insight into a deeper conspiracy.
