"What is it that you cannot let go of?" Di Zhao walked toward him and asked.
No matter how far Di Zhao walked, there was always still a stretch of distance between him and the Evil Emperor in the darkness. It looked as though only a few steps separated them, yet he could never draw near.
Di Zhao could not help feeling desolate. He and the Evil Emperor had shared a symbiotic relationship. Back then, he had been born from Di Jue's corpse and charged into the Immortal Court, intending to take revenge on Di Feng, only to nearly die there.
The Evil Emperor had saved him. The two of them had coexisted within one body, and because the Evil Emperor was more capable, he often suppressed Di Zhao, leaving him with few chances to emerge.
At the time, Di Zhao had harbored some resentment toward the Evil Emperor, yet there had been nothing he could do.
But the Evil Emperor had died saving him and Su Yun, leaving Di Zhao filled with melancholy.
The Reincarnation Saint King's finger had broken the Evil Emperor's Taiyi Tiandu Molun Sutra, erasing him from the timeline itself. There was no possibility of survival.
"Help me see what the future looks like."
The Evil Emperor smiled and said to him, "I took up the responsibility from Teacher Tie Kunlun's hands. All this time, I have borne a heavy burden and trudged onward, walking on eggshells, trembling with fear, terrified of making a mistake. But I cannot fulfill Teacher Tie Kunlun's final wish. I cannot resolve the Calamity Ash or bring people a better future. I cannot do it, but perhaps Mr. Spectator can. Live on, and help me take a look at the future."
Di Zhao still walked toward him with unflagging perseverance, somewhat