Everyone showed bitterness.
What they said they pursued was merely freedom and transcendence.
This is the lifelong dream of a strong person climbing, yet before their eyes, their end point is just a ridiculous trap, a deep abyss of death, this destiny is too mocking.
"So, what do you all think?"
Zhu Zhengwei looked at everyone and asked.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Zhu Zhengwei also held his head with some headache.
Their Dao Heart was probably somewhat shattered.
Everyone present, their dreams shattered, even those ancient overlords who have lived for tens of thousands of billions of years, cannot bear it.
Perhaps because they have lived for tens of thousands of billions of years, they cannot bear it? After all, the longer they pursued, the more they knew the truth, the more they collapsed.
"What do you plan to do then?" Zhang Zhi asked.
If calculated this way, the position of the Creator God is not a good position.
This realm is unstable.
