Countless cultivators, day and night, strive in their cultivation, yearning to ascend, to become saints, only to be erased by this sudden catastrophe.
So unfair, so cruel!
Li Hao was silent.
Do I really have to watch All Heavens fall before my eyes?
Previously, he had accepted this fact, but seeing the tragic scene with his own eyes, his heart wavered.
"Little Hao, don't overthink it, there's nothing we can do about it."
Feng Boping saw Li Hao's expression was off, and quickly spoke, eyes full of worry.
All Saints also saw Li Hao's expression, their faces changed slightly, hurried to comfort him, fearing that Li Hao might act impulsively.
Although they were also very angry just now, they had calmed down at this moment.
But Li Hao, although seemingly calm, was not at peace inside.
"Ten years..."
