A thought turns one into a god, a thought turns one into a demon.
A god is also a demon, a demon is also a god.
Whether they are a god or a demon depends on their single thought.
Zi Chen's physical body and soul collapse, the Heavenly Dao river becomes chaotic, and through the long years, there is no hope of recovery.
He has already gone mad, intending to annihilate every living being he sees.
"Mad, he has gone mad, these self-proclaimed god, Celestial Gods and spirits, when mad, are more terrifying than demons, crueler than Hell, they are all lunatics!"
The Sovereign of the Night yelled in horror.
Even he, a pure-blooded creature from Hell, is not as insane as Zi Chen.
Because in the face of certain death, he would beg for mercy, knowing the beauty of life.
But Zi Chen would not, even if he destroys his own Heavenly Dao river, erasing all traces in the world.
"Haha, let me take you all to my funeral!"
