The flames began to spread.
"What do you want to do?"
The Old Celestial Master looked at Stacked Mountain engulfed by flames and calmly asked, "Help, or destroy?"
"I... can't do it."
Standing up, Lu Anping, covered in lava residue, bitterly smiled, stretched out his hand, and revealed his bones with creepy fiery-red patterns. "Heavenly Master, I will die."
"Every man must die, I am no exception."
The Old Celestial Master's gaze fell on Lu Anping's eyes covered in red and black, saying indifferently, "Being able to choose how to die is not necessarily a bad thing."
Lu Anping fell silent.
"Heavenly Master, I'm afraid."
With trembling lips, Lu Anping's teeth clinked, "I'm afraid I will turn into a monster and kill Zhou Li."
