"Shameless old bastard..."
The bald-feathered bird hopped about furiously.
"Big Bird, calm down..."
The old turtle stretched out its head and said unhurriedly, "The old fellow is making arrangements for his final affairs..."
As it spoke, the old turtle lowered its head, and a glimmer of moisture flashed through its eyes.
"He..."
The bald-feathered bird sighed and landed atop an ancient tree.
"How many years? How many more years..."
Its voice gradually became too faint to hear.
"Once you're gone, what meaning is there in my life..."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~
One Marquis after another streamed out from the Human Emperor Palace, each wearing a different expression and burdened with heavy thoughts.
"High Priest, High Priest..."
Saint Heavenly King's broad chest heaved as his mind churned restlessly.
Most of the Human Race's saints had studied martial arts and sought the Dao under the High Priest. Especially people like them, whose relationship with the High Priest was like that of both teacher and father.
That old man's place in their hearts was beyond measure.
"He has endured too much suffering. For him, this should be a good thing..."
Holy Radiance King sighed softly.
Nearly a million years of torment would have been unbearable for anyone.
If there had been someone capable of succeeding him, he might have departed alongside his comrades from that ancient battle as early as the Middle Ages. How could he have lingered on until now?
Thinking of the High Priest in his prime, peerlessly heroic and hailed as the Human Race's strongest after the Eight Ancient Sovereigns, then thinking of the current High Priest, frail with age and nearly at death's door—
Her heart could not help aching.
"We are useless, forcing an old man to risk his life for us..."
Saint Heavenly King slowly exhaled, his