No one knew whether the mysterious Goddess truly wanted to test Qin Chu's will or was temporarily suppressed by some other circumstances, unable to separate her strength.
In the sky, the roar continued.
It seemed as though a voice was echoing in Qin Chu's mind—no, not one voice, but a voice reverberating at 360 degrees without any dead angle:
"Surrender, what's the use of resisting?"
"You are merely a mortal, how can a mortal's strength hope to defy the gods? What does it bring you besides more pain?"
"That broken world, that world filled with death, isn't that what you wanted to see?"
"Surrender, and you will gain an eternal, immortal life, the power to destroy everything."
It was a temptation, a threat.
Qin Chu's will was even stronger than that mysterious existence had imagined.
For a mere mortal, he had already broken his limits.
Mortal? Mortal?
These two words kept repeating in Qin Chu's mind.
