A faint, mournful song had begun to echo across the battlefield of the Endless Starry Sky at some unknown moment.
The final battle for becoming emperors in this era had sounded at this moment. Apart from Myriad Laws True Immortal, all the True Immortals had fallen into a severely wounded, near-death state. Their past selves had already died, affecting the very concept of their continued existence in the present world.
Now, beneath the stars, only Myriad Laws True Immortal remained standing, all alone, desolate beyond measure.
"Myriad Laws,"
"Fellow Daoist, you are going to die."
Jiang Ding sighed softly. "For all these years of companionship, I thank you here. In the tens of millions of years to come, and the even more distant years beyond, I will not forget your name."
After millions of years of wholehearted cooperation, jointly exploring the forefront of Immortal Dao Science and Technology, with nothing left unsaid between them—how could there have been no feelings involved?
Yet the first thing an adult True Immortal learned was to separate emotion from reality.
Clang!
The Youth in Green Robes slashed straight out with his sword amid the radiance of the Great Dao of Law Annihilation.
This sword strike was hazy and indistinct, reflecting scenes of the past. There stood a lonely and solitary emperor in the starry sky, with no one by his side. Everyone had died in the passage of time, everyone had gone far away, until not a single familiar figure remained.
In this vast starry sky, people came and went, were born and died, yet none of it had anything to do with that lonely emperor.
He was a living being unrelated to the bustling mortal world.
That lonely emperor stood amid the boundless Ninth Heaven. The halo of the Great Dao of Law