Just when things had settled down, were dissenting views starting to emerge?
Yu Hong sighed in his heart.
Often, there were many things he couldn't set his heart at ease about.
Although the world seemed stable now, it was just like his previous conversation with the tiger from Prison Island.
He now understood.
The world's stability was merely a fleeting and beautiful illusion; eternally, some pursued immortality, and in their pursuit, they would discover disasters too powerful to resist that would destroy them regardless.
Whether one could truly attain longevity, they would be destroyed.
Thus, resistance became the mainstream of everything.
How to resist?
He recalled the old crone from the Black Disaster, the tiger from the high tower, and the Spirit Disaster...
Now it seemed that the Heaven of Spirit Disaster might also be an attempt by the ancient supreme beings.
