"Not afraid."
Mandar's lips curled into a smile, "When I die, a new heaven will be born. My life is limited, thirty years of life, and that's exciting enough."
He revealed a pure smile, "I believe that thirty years is an interesting enough number for any strong person, making those who don't understand to cherish their lives, start to treasure themselves."
Mandar was an idealist. He wanted to make the world orderly and brilliant in this way.
Everyone becomes splendid and short-lived like mortals.
Everyone becomes like the moths to a flame in the myths of the Butterfly Race, what a magnificent scene that would be?
"Let me change this pathetic world." This Dao whispered, eyes holding a pure holiness, "I will force you to stop! Choose my world!"
"Madman, madman!!!" Wolf couldn't help but shout.
Wolf suddenly realized.
The babies of these worlds, they all have their own personalities and philosophies, they are all living beings.
