Fairy Xiaoduan picked up the remains of Prince Shang Wangziyu, rising silently, and placed them onto the owl boat.
The cataclysm back then had happened far too fast, and the immortals of Great Shang had ironically been the first who could not withstand it, involuntarily undergoing demonic transmutation; the stronger their cultivation and the more profound their Dao attainment, the faster that transmutation had been.
Before Fairy Xiaoduan had shattered her small world to seal herself away, quite a few Great Shang immortals had already mutated, turning into calamities and slaughtering the common people. The remaining immortals, seeing that the situation was unsalvageable, shattered the heaven and earth they had harmonized with and sealed themselves away.
This was a helpless move of last resort.
The ancestral deities of the Xuan Bird Heavenly Court went to meet these demonic immortals in battle, and the ancestral deities also suffered heavy casualties.
At that time, all the top experts vanished from the imperial court, leaving behind only some Qi Refiners with low cultivation, and the group was left without a leader.
A fifteen-year-old child stepped forward when the apocalypse descended.
The people who used to shield him from the wind and rain, the elder brothers and sisters, parents, relatives, and friends whom he could rely on—none of them existed anymore. He could only treat himself as an adult, fighting the heavens, fighting the earth, fighting evil sui, and struggling against nature, rescuing his clansmen from the midst of peril.
He fought for many years, preserving the providence for Great Shang and allowing the common folk to survive.
In the end, he grew old all the same; it was the dusk of a hero. Though his cultivation remained, his body was vastly inferior to before, and he finally died in battle right here.
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