"Believe in miracles?" Chen Qing and Lin Shenjian exchanged a glance.
"The people do not believe. They would rather believe the facts before their eyes. But we are the ones leading the way—we should have faith, have obsession. If we truly lose and die, then as the Star Lord, I will die alongside my compatriots. At the very least, we stood and fought. Death, the extermination of our race—it is no great matter. The Ancient Hengsha will leave behind a monument that belongs to us."
After Jiang Tianzhou finished speaking, he rose to his feet and vanished into the darkness. He walked across this boiling, curse-filled star, charging toward the skies above.
In the distance, the Ancient Ancestor's golden crystal star was still struggling above the Great Jiang Eonic Star.
Sure enough, Li Tianming was standing before it, gazing blankly at that crystal star.
Suddenly, a faint, ghostly voice rang out.
"She seems to be at the most critical moment, doesn't she? Once the Eight Gods Army arrives, she is dead for sure." Huang Qi sounded rather delighted by her misfortune.
Li Tianming ignored her.
"Li Tianming, I can help her speed through this ordeal." Huang Qi's voice turned gentle.
"So, you want me to let you out?" Li Tianming asked with a smile.
"This counts as mutual assistance. It benefits us both," Huang Qi said seriously.
"Haha... You'll help her overcome her tribulation?"
Li Tianming could not help laughing.
After laughing for a while, his gaze turned cold. He shook his head and said, "Huang Qi, you have no idea what she is."
"A reincarnator, that's all." Huang Qi chuckled.
"One day, you will know." After saying that, Li Tianming gave Jiang Feiling one final look, then boarded the Nine Dragon Imperial Tomb and headed toward the Imperial Star.