Although these words are cold, it is strange to still be alive after experiencing despair for thousands of years.

"That's because the gods don't allow us to die. In this place, even if we die, we will be resurrected and repeat forever. Unless one day, the gods get tired of playing and feel that you are no longer fun, and they will naturally grant you death.

.”

Ling Xiao frowned.

It's so cruel.

These people are all geniuses and monsters.

But they have to bear such insult.

Like a puppet, being teased.

The evil taste of the gods is really disgusting.

"Do you want to escape this purgatory?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Detachment?"

The man shook his head and said: "During the first hundred years since I came here, I once thought about leaving, and I was as full of hope as you.

But gradually I understood.

Once you enter here, you can never get out.

Unless one day, you can fight against the twelve supreme gods.

But is that possible?

There is no way to practice or improve your cultivation here.

What kind of strength you have comes in, that’s what your strength is.”

Ling Xiao sighed, he could see the despair in the other person's eyes, which was the despair caused by experiencing too many things.

Although every death can be resurrected, the pain and torture experienced are unbearable for ordinary people.

Once is okay, ten times is okay, a hundred times is okay, but what about a thousand times, ten thousand times, or a hundred thousand times?

After all, human endurance is limited.

"what's your name?"

Ling Xiao asked.

"Yue Jiuxiao!"

"Are you from the Yue Clan?"

Ling Xiao asked in surprise.

"Yes, I was the number one genius of the Yue Clan back then. I have a lovely daughter, her name is Yue Linglong. Unfortunately, I will never see her again."

Ling Xiao's body was trembling.
Chapter completed!