"Emperor Changjin" clasped his hands together, his eyes suddenly bursting with endless evil, coldness, compassion, and kindness, a myriad of messages from all living beings, mixed within the strands of destiny.
"Of course, as a natural phenomenon, before transcending, the final thing to do is to kill you."
Transcendence, huh?
Disdain flashed across Jian Xin's expression.
How could he not know that Emperor Changjin had already completely fallen?
Eternally sunk in the allure of "transcendence," sunk under such omnipotent might.
But is this transcendence truly transcendence?
Is it not simply death?
If you cultivate personal karma without touching karmic force, possessing such an immensely pure and clean personal Qi Fortune, then indeed you are a terrifyingly powerful Immortal.
But yours is an enormous mixed destiny, this power does not belong to you...how can you call it transcendence?
Seduced by karmic barriers, clouded in wisdom!
