Divine Soul Incarnation, Goodbye Feng Changqing

Standing before Song Lutong's gravestone, Song Changsheng's heart could not calm for a long time. Uncle and nephew had known each other for nearly a century; he had never expected it to end like this.

Slowly pouring the spirit wine in his hand before the grave, he sighed softly. "Uncle, you were unyielding your entire life. At this final juncture, why couldn't you compromise just once for aunt and younger clan brother Changjun?"

"The clan now has an Amethyst Ore Vein. We still have a chance to start over..."

Yet he knew in his heart that even if Song Lutong had known of the Amethyst Ore Vein, he would still have made the same choice. If he had compromised, he would not have been Song Lutong.

How could someone who had refused to yield even a single step before a Purple Palace Cultivator lack the courage to stake everything on one throw?

Song Changsheng's heart was filled with melancholy. In forty years, the Song Clan had gained two Purple Palace Cultivators, yet also lost several crucial pillars.

Besides Song Lutong, Lu Tianchou had exhausted his lifespan and passed away in meditation. The keel of the third Sky Battleship had only just been completed, but construction had now been shelved indefinitely, with completion nowhere in sight.

Though Li Anmin and Lu Yuxiu had received his true teachings, the gulf between second-tier and Third-Tier was as vast as heaven and earth. They were still far from capable of building a Sky Battleship.

Before coming here, he had first made a trip to the Cold Pond. Song Chang'an's condition was dire; demonic qi had already invaded his lungs and organs, constantly gnawing away at his origin.

He had tried reciting Buddhist Scripture to dispel the demons from him, but the results had not