Wang Changji's tone was so calm.
But the listeners could feel the fear even more, that feeling of being driven insane.
"It has no emotions, and it doesn't communicate with me."
"No matter what I do, whether I curse it or attack it, it has no reaction whatsoever."
"I couldn't disclose its existence to anyone. As soon as I have such a thought, I can't open my mouth."
"Not opening my mouth doesn't mean I can't convey information. I thought for a long time and found a way to seek help from Grandpa Song. He was the Wang family's offering, the strongest person I knew at the time... The next day, he died."
Wang Changji slowly said, "They said it was an accident during cultivation."
Jiang Wang could almost imagine that despair.
The powerlessness of mortals in the face of deities.
No matter how much one struggles, resists, they can only watch themselves slip into the abyss step by step.
It's all useless.
And the more one struggles, the more people get involved...
