A life that had passed its prime might as well sleep in the Ancient History. That was perhaps the best choice.
Just like the countless marquises, kings, generals, and ministers in mortal kingdoms, how many could truly leave their names behind in the annals of history?
With the slightest carelessness, one could vanish without a trace.
Li Zhi was already considered fortunate. At the very least, he had once shone brilliantly.
Soon, Li Zhi felt completely at ease.
The pent-up frustration weighing on his heart dissipated as well.
Since ancient times, who could escape death?
Who said that a Figure in the Painting could not die?
When his Lifespan came to an end, he would still enter the prelude to death.
It was only that this prelude could be long or short.
Some people's physical bodies had already died, but their spiritual wills could remain for a while longer—the so-called lingering echo.
But some people entered darkness immediately after their brilliance faded.
Yet no matter who it was, the day of their end would eventually come.
Even if the Ancient History of the three Heavenly Emperors was dazzling, it too would one day reach its finale.
With his mind clear, Li Zhi immediately illuminated the Dragon Lady and Dragon Son, along with the disciples of the Dao Field.
"Didn't we die in battle?" Dao Wu Chen, the disciple who had just been revived, asked in disbelief.
"Could it be that the Grandmaster returned and saved us?" another disciple said.
"Look, Junior Brother Dragon has revived too." Someone else noticed the Dragon Son, who had transformed into his true form, a Purple Gold Divine Dragon.
"What exactly is going on?" Dao Wu Chen looked around at the gray, hazy surroundings. It seemed as though they were inside a piece of Chaos