The zombies before them were also excited; they too wanted to go to the Main Universe.
The battle between zombies and humans was destined in this universe, a prevailing force that was inevitable.
And these heavens were precisely the Cosmic Gods above; they had no power to create life, to evolve zombie species, they could only use the most primitive method of time and survival of the fittest.
It's sheer endurance, pushing to the brink.
However, if not for the overlapping generations of death in this Apocalypse Universe, piled with blood, Li Qing wouldn't have the Ten Thousand Rings zombie species he holds now.
For Li Qing, it's a great fortune he stumbled upon, but for them, it's agony and despair.
Who would want to be enslaved, treated as a chess piece?
From birth, seeing the fated result, fighting one another?
Especially in history now, over countless billions of years, claiming Million Gods emerged, yet the further it goes, fewer succeed in transcendence.
