If I die, do not grieve for me. Send me off with laughter.
Those were Yuan's exact words.
Everyone chose to respect his wishes. Even now, they smiled and talked instead of wailing their hearts out or weeping like rain. Only for an instant did their spirits sink considerably.
Silence reigned here for a long while.
"Is he dead?"
Shenji Divine Monarch asked hoarsely.
They had been old friends for so many years. Since the humble era when the Immortal Sect had not yet produced a Deity Transformation Cultivator, they had studied and lived together. They had jointly lived through the latter years of Sixth Generation Regent Wu's rule, then passed through every stage of the Immortal Sect's rise together—from the Nine Spirit Domain to the Jiao Ming Domain, then the entire Ancient God Domain—and now they were peering into the Great Thousand World cluster.
Just like Sixth Generation Regent Wu, who had passed away at Pure Breeze University, was the era of the Seventh Generation Regent coming to an end as well?
Everyone could not suppress their grief, yet they still honored their promise, doing their utmost to maintain an atmosphere of laughter as they laughed and bade an old acquaintance farewell.
"Is he dead?"
"I don't know."
Jiang Ding replied indifferently.
At a moment like this, whether it was someone else's life and death or his own, he had inexplicably become much colder and more resolute.
After today, would he have to support the Immortal Sect alone?
Perhaps this situation of supporting the Immortal Sect alone would last tens or even hundreds of thousands of years, until another talent comparable to Yuan rose again. Only then could political equilibrium be restored.
Having lost such a political check and balance, would I, always shrouded by the Great Sun's self-destructive