He simply kept smiling.
Xu Zhi said nothing either, silently standing in the distance.
He looked at this old man whose lamp had run dry, the first god and demon of Heaven and Earth Creation.
Even when he had wandered alone through the desolate chaos of the universe, desperately searching for the future; even when he had tediously repeated himself in his youth, seeking and forging path after path; even when he had later slaughtered his disciples and triggered the dark god-and-demon calamity, this resilient Despotic Hero had never cried. Yet now, he finally laughed as tears streamed endlessly down his face.
Heaven and earth were turbid. The Three Great Daos had only just attained enlightenment before falling once more. All manner of phenomena emerged, dazzling like a meteor shower.
Yi Mang said nothing. He was crying, while Xu Zhi continued standing at the edge.
Crash.
The meteor shower poured down like a torrential rain of stars between heaven and earth, seeing off the three great saints of heaven and earth.
After an unknown amount of time beneath the curtain of rain, Yi Mang finally turned around, his face calm again. "This universe truly is a Human Suffering Realm. Dao brother, let us go sit for a while."
He returned to the previous planet.
Back on that vast grassland, rain was falling from the sky over this land as well—real rain, pattering onto them drop by drop. Yet the rainwater was murky and irregular.
"The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth still needs to be perfected." Yi Mang sat again at the edge of the pond in the rain and muttered, "Take this rain, for example. It is not beautiful at all."
Xu Zhi sat in the rain as well, watching the rainfall without speaking.
Suddenly, wailing came from nearby.