The Paragon Martial God confined within the Level-10 array formation heard the White Deer's words. His anger surged, and he was about to demand an explanation from the White Deer. However, before he could utter a word, he was suddenly impaled multiple times by the swords within the array formation. Blood spewed from his mouth, and he relinquished his futile struggle.
He had roamed the Paragon Martial God Realm for far too many years—perhaps 50 or 60 years. If he hadn't achieved understanding in all that time, what more could he hope to achieve?
Just as that mythical beast had remarked, he had become akin to a spent lamp, devoid of oil.
He no longer had the will to fight.
All he yearned for now was the possibility of reincarnation, to be reborn as someone with innate talent in cultivation.
Gu Chaoyan stared at the fallen Paragon Martial God, who had perished at the very first level of array formation, utterly bewildered.
