A Face-to-Face Farewell, Dragging the Heavenly Emperor Down to the Grave

"Senior Brother, my dear Senior Brother, you died such a miserable death! Blame me for being useless. You were already dead, and I still failed to watch over your grave. By the time I got there, someone had actually dug up your grave!"

His heart-rending wail tore through the clouds.

Qin Yang stretched out his neck and looked down.

On the mountain path of Five Elements Mountain, a chubby-looking Little Fatty whose facial features bore no resemblance whatsoever to Zhang Zhengyi was pulling his throat raw with howls, crying like a pig being slaughtered.

Qin Yang raised a hand and covered his face. He truly could not bear to look.

That bastard Zhang Zhengyi could not even squeeze out tears, yet he still wanted to imitate someone mourning the dead. His act was far too fake. He had wailed for ages without producing a single tear.

That bastard!

Ever since the battle at Kui Mountain, Qin Yang had dug himself a pit and buried himself in it. He slept there, honestly playing the part of a dead man. He saw no one. Seeing too many people would only breed more reluctance to part, and he was still unaccustomed to his current state.

He worried about so many people, yet Zhang Zhengyi was the one person he did not worry about.

He was simply certain that even if this fellow were reduced to ashes, after a while, he would still come back alive and kicking.

Back then, his life force had merged with Emperor Ying's, blazing like a great sun. In essence, it had become an existence beyond the level of a Titled Dao Lord. Under those circumstances, once that great sun began to collapse, it became the grand momentum of heaven and earth, an irresistible power. No method could stop