A hundred years passed, time galloping by like a fleeting steed.
Now, Li Hao's soul lifespan had reached three hundred years.
Even those brief dozen years in the Mortal World remained vivid in his memory, let alone this century of laughter and companionship.
"A hundred years... so short."
Li Hao murmured softly. A notification appeared before his eyes, but he ignored it.
"Senior Brother Haotian, please don't grieve. We died fighting bloody battles against the ancient demons. We died worthy deaths and contributed to the human race."
Kuqiao spoke softly, gazing at the young man with exceedingly gentle eyes.
He did not say they had died without regrets, because they did have one: they had failed to advance further and reach the ultimate realm at the end of the path of immortal deities.
What immortal deity in this world did not yearn for a glimpse of the supreme Emperor Realm?
But dust returned to dust, earth to earth. With their bones buried on the frontier, they could no longer struggle across the waters.
Snowflakes drifted overhead and covered the courtyard, steeped in sorrow. They settled on everyone's shoulders and heads, lending the scene a desolate air.
Yet Li Hao smiled at Kuqiao's words. With his smile, those petals transformed into crimson other-shore flowers, the exquisitely beautiful blossoms that grew upon Yellow Springs Houtu.
"Though I have a reverse time heart, I lack the strength to reverse time. If the day comes when I can trace time back to its source, I will bring every one of you out of that battlefield!"
Li Hao spoke softly.
Hearing his words, Kuqiao and the others exchanged glances. The snow around them had already become a sea of crimson flowers, their petals dancing in the wind. The courtyard's biting wind had also become a