"If these ants die, they die. It's nothing. But for a genius like you, fully capable of Ascension, to perish in this lifeless ruin—isn't that a pity?"
Su Bei silently stared at him.
The South Emperor licked his dry lips and continued, "Give up, Su Bei. You shouldn't be buried here."
"I know what you're thinking: destroy the Heavenly Dao Stone, right? Why bother?"
"The people you want to save—where are they now?"
"These Twenty-One Provinces, so prosperous on the surface, cannot withstand the slightest turmoil. A mere gentle push, and they will shatter and crumble. What are you still holding on to?"
...
A voice pressed in from all directions, as if millions were shouting simultaneously.
"Hahaha..."
A cold laugh suddenly echoed across the sky. The next moment, Su Bei's face abruptly lifted. The expression on his cheeks slowly unfurled—he was laughing.
Every inch of his skin twitched incessantly; his ink-black hair stood on end, like a beast on the verge of erupting.
