A cemetery blooming with tiny flowers lay quietly behind a monument.
Not far away stood the busy Space Elevator station.
Several figures stood in the middle of the cemetery before an inconspicuous tombstone, staring blankly at the photograph on it.
There were too many tombstones here to count. Each one represented a family, bearing photographs, brief accounts of their lives, and the remnants of their ashes.
"Wang Zheng... is gone?"
The elderly Zhou Zhengde murmured with a frown.
"Mm, he left."
Ling Tong, who seemed to have suddenly aged ten years, nodded listlessly.
Her Mechanical Arm glimmered faintly, trying to ease her emotions by regulating the amount of hormones secreted in her body.
Wu Man, whose face remained youthful, turned to look at the burly man seated nearby.
The golden armor on the burly man had been battered beyond recognition, but all the injuries across his body combined were not as severe as his head, which had swollen into a pig's head.
Everyone had expected Nierda Tamon to come challenge Daoist Wang. They knew that this Spiritual Practitioner hailed as the strongest God of War would not be Daoist Wang's match.
But they had not expected it to be so one-sided.
It had even become somewhat comical.
"Ah," Zhou Zhengde sighed heavily.
His gaze was full of sentiment, and his body seemed to have grown more stooped.
Although Amina had left, Xiang Tiantian had remained behind to care for Zhou Zhengde through the final stretch of his old age.
The two had shared a glorious period of their lives, supporting and helping each other. Though Zhou Zhengde was only an ordinary man and his body had gradually aged, Xiang Tiantian, whose appearance had remained unchanged, had never once been unfaithful. They had always remained deeply in love.
Zhou Zhengde looked