Fu Qingjun's head buzzed, vibrating intensely.
He quietly cursed himself for letting his imagination run wild in such a serious meeting.
Quickly, he regained his composure and said, "I know your philosophy, but I don't agree with it."
"Why not?"
The young man in white became serious.
Fu Qingjun said nothing this time.
Soon, the other person didn't press the matter further, "Everything in the world is fated in the hidden realms. Our efforts at this moment may just be a joke. Even ancients like you and me tried to rebel, struggled, sank, and went mad, but eventually, they all met their fate."
"Did you see it?"
Wen Ce was silent for a moment, looking at the distant cosmos, "In the vast Cosmic Era, we are neither the first nor the last."
Fu Qingjun followed his gaze to a more distant place, and his entire gaze suddenly froze fiercely.
He saw something extremely terrifying.
