"Lord Dragon Duke!!!" The terrified cries of Heavenly Court's immortals rang in his ears, but to Dragon Duke, the voices grew weaker and weaker. At first they were like mountains roaring and seas howling, but almost the next moment, they faded into delicate wisps of echoes at the horizon.
This... was what death tasted like?
Was I, Dragon Duke, finally about to die?
Die here?
Thoughts still flickered through Dragon Duke's mind.
Die here?
He asked himself again.
Tired. He was truly too tired!
Having come all this way, he bore mountain-like burdens and expectations, as well as sea-like sins and responsibilities.
Sometimes, he truly wanted to die and be done with it!
When he first entered the Immortal Tomb and first sank into slumber, he had been lost in wild thoughts: if he simply died like that, it seemed like it would not be such a bad thing.
But could he?
Could he?
He asked himself.
No...
No!
His entire life, Dragon Duke had walked beneath heavy burdens. He carried the expectations of his parents, his master, and his companions; he carried the burdens of Heavenly Court and humanity; he bore responsibility for his disciple's betrayal and the calamities she had unleashed upon the world; he bore the sin of personally slaughtering his own bloodline descendants.
He would be injured, and he would grow old.
His body had become stooped, and his gaze had gradually dimmed.
He fell and sank into the tomb, but when the time came, he still had to crawl back up and continue shouldering his duty and mission!
"That's right, I cannot die. I cannot die!"
"I still have powerful enemies to deal with, sins yet to repay, mistakes yet to correct!"
"Now that the Immortal Tomb has been destroyed, if I fall again, Feng