Saint Yuanhe's aged, desolate voice resounded:
"Qingyun, you and I have known each other across the void. This old man won't make it past this calamity, so I bid you a final farewell! At the moment of facing the calamity, I've had an epiphany. The Dao of distortion and foulness could ultimately not escape being annihilated by the Great Tribulation of Annihilation. Your insistence on holding fast to the old Dao must be the right choice!"
"I go with no attachments, only resentment. If one day you ascend to the void and enter sainthood, and still remember a shred of this old man's sentiment, slay that old bastard Jieying!"
"Also, among the bloodline descendants I once left behind, only Yuan Lang is barely worth looking at. Please keep a slight eye on him!"
"I go..."
The words ceased, the light scattered, and it turned to ash.
Immediately following, several roars faintly echoed from beyond the void, and the remnant ruin level trembled violently. Then, a monstrous crimson smeared half the remnant ruins.
The heaven and earth were oppressive and overwhelmingly heavy, as if the apocalypse had descended!
A Saint had fallen, another Saint had fallen!
The Quasi-Saints of all factions involuntarily and shocked looked toward the void, especially those Children of the Cosmos from the Void Annihilation Society, who were witnessing the true scene of a Saint's fall within the remnant ruins for the very first time.
Looking up at that heaven-smeared crimson, Li Qingyun couldn't help closing his eyes slightly, murmuring to himself:
"Old friend Yuanhe, have a safe journey..."
In his vague perception, Saint Yuanhe's Qi at this moment indeed vanished abruptly, much like a strong wind blowing past a lamp—the lamp extinguished, the person gone, utterly perished.
Within his heart, there was a faint trace of sorrow.