"What are you talking about?"
Hongjun was furious, losing all dignity of an ancient existence, and instead shouting like a lost old man with disheveled hair, "Insulting me? Give back the seat of Creator God to me? You won, and now you don't want it?"
This was the ideal he had always pursued, enduring billions of years of solitude and disappointment, countless betrayals and loneliness. What was the meaning of living alone?
Absolutely meaningless.
Even death was a kind of relief, and the only way to continue living in a meaningless life was to endow one's own life with meaning, so he set a higher realm of pursuit for himself.
Stepping into a higher realm.
Hongjun suddenly laughed, loudly mocking, "So that's it, you must know you can't get through the Third Calamity, and you want to hand over power to me, trick me to help you get through the Third Calamity... you are indeed a coward who only knows how to hide!! The First Calamity, the Second Calamity were both the same!"
Bam!
