Everyone was stunned by Xue An's words.
"The gods are dead, the Divine Realm has perished!"
Such words seemed even more fantastical than fairy tales!
At least many people wore looks of disbelief.
Dong Yingjie, in particular, after being stunned for a moment, burst into wild laughter again, "Mister Xue, I truly admire your imagination! The gods are dead, you say? Why don't you claim you're the Divine King instead? You're really killing me with laughter, hahaha!"
The laughter echoed across the entire Immortal Platform, but Xue An did not get angry. Instead, he looked up at the space layered by seals and said indifferently, "Indeed... 'Summer insects cannot discuss ice, seafarers cannot fathom the sea.'"
"Eh?" Dong Yingjie paused, his laughter stopping as well, "What do you mean?"
Xue An revealed his white teeth, giving him a chilling smile, "It's nothing, I just think... ignorance really is scary!"
