"Gods and Immortals were never the same."
Xu Qing gazed at Purple Green as he spoke calmly.
"But the moment they abandoned Profound Earth's path and chose to ascend… their essences became identical."
"Thus, in the upper star rings, gods and immortals appear different yet share the same origin."
"So… I will die, and so will you."
"But more than death, I wish to see—at this level—whether your fate runs deeper or my dimensions stretch farther!"
Before his words faded, Xu Qing's figure had already stepped forward, crossing hundreds of feet in an instant as he charged toward the Purple Green standing outside the hall.
The Purple Green outside the hall watched Xu Qing's approaching form with cold indifference, remaining silent.
Meanwhile, the Purple Green inside the hall maintained his gentle demeanor, speaking softly as his voice traversed the main thread of fate to echo outside where tributary fates converged:
"Little Brother, what you seek… is also what I seek."
