Cui Yuanyang added, “Still, a real war might be inevitable one day… but probably not for a few years. Of course, if Big Brother Zhao openly returns to the mortal world, then conflict will never break out.”0

Zhao Changhe sipped his wine in thoughtful silence.0

At last, Huangfu Qing spoke. “We are not the incarnations of the laws. Mortal affairs must one day be left to those who come after us—unless, of course, you intend to reign forever. Do you?”0

“If even Buqi can let go of things so freely, what regrets could I possibly have?” Zhao Changhe gazed at the river, a distant look in his eyes. “This revival… the thing that struck me most was the vastness of time, how all things change, whether it be people or events… Yet the demon gods, basking beneath the moon across the ages, feel no ripple in their hearts?”0

Piaomiao, who had remained silent until now, finally said, “That’s right. Once you’ve witnessed the rise and fall of countless kingdoms, the extinction of civilizations, and the resetting of entire eras, your experience becomes something utterly different from a mere couple years of cultivation. Have...0