Because of these eight words, Xie Tian stopped crying.
It took him a full hour to regain his thinking ability and start pondering these eight words.
Innate, he did not understand.
Emperor techniques, he disdained.
Sowing beans to form soldiers, he ignored.
He did everything he could, seeking all possibilities to resurrect his fallen brothers at the ever-changing Xuan Yuan Battle Monument.
In the end, he found nothing.
But in his blood-red eyes, there flashed a fierce intensity, almost tangible.
Everything is possible!
"Even if becoming a true heir of the Evil Emperor can't revive you, we will meet again one day! Certainly will! Certainly will!"
Bang!
Even though he had regained his rationality, a delightful and exhilarating battle was still very necessary for Xie Tian at this moment.
