Outside Xiashan City, the great battle was over, and King Shanzhen was dead.
"Cough, cough..."
Jiang Buping coughed as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping without end. His body was covered in wounds and seemed ready to collapse at any moment.
He glanced back at Xiashan City. People knelt across the ground, and some martial artists even wanted to come out and treat him. Jiang Buping waved his hand, took a few steps, and vanished into the distance.
"I can't hold on anymore. This time, I'm really going to die.
"Am I unwilling? Perhaps. But that's how the world is. What can unwillingness do?
"Abandoned Son of Tai Kun? Hahaha, how ridiculous. Why would I, Jiang Buping, care about the so-called glory of the Tai Kun Jiang Clan? Since they couldn't tolerate a mere concubine-born son, I simply left!"
Jiang Buping muttered to himself, his head swaying constantly.
All of a sudden, he tore a chunk of flesh from his chest. Agonizing pain struck, concentrating his consciousness and rousing his spirit somewhat.
He stuffed the torn flesh back into the wound. A force of divine soul spread out, fusing the flesh back together.
"I'll go wherever I end up. Once my body collapses, my divine soul will be nothing but duckweed. Besides, how long can my consciousness—how long can my moments of clarity—last?"
Jiang Buping gave a self-mocking smile.
His divine soul had been different from ordinary people's since birth. But it was more than merely different—only Jiang Buping himself knew that he had possessed a divine soul from the moment he was born!
He walked aimlessly. Jiang Buping even passed by a city steeped in deathly silence, and he sighed inwardly. When would the calamity of the Qinghua Realm finally end?
Who could turn the tide