Yan Feng caught the few treasures left behind after Crimson Moon Saint Emperor's death, tears glimmering in his eyes.
"The great vengeance has been avenged. You can finally let go of the obsession in your heart." Qin Heng patted Yan Feng on the shoulder.
He had not expected Dong Huaiyue's Divine Body to suddenly unleash its strength just now.
That vast divine power had surged out from her Inner World and nearly scared him to death. Luckily, it had not struck one of their own.
Crimson Moon had been erased outright, with no chance of revival. Yan Feng's knot of resentment had finally been untied.
Yet he did not look happy.
Yan Feng lowered his eyes. A sorrowful look rested on that face more beautiful than a woman's as he said, "It is only a pity that the luck and resources have already been devoured and destroyed. They can never return. My Imperial Father's dynasty will continue to decline until it becomes a desolate starry expanse on the borderlands of the Truth God Nation."
Qin Heng comforted him, "Not necessarily. The fortunes of the universe are the hardest thing to predict. Perhaps decline will be followed by rebirth, just as our barren Earth produced so many Eternal Experts."
"Perhaps... I want to return for a visit," Yan Feng said.
Qin Heng nodded. "Go. Bring a few friends with you. Crimson Moon should still have several companions under his command. Kill them too and bring this matter to a complete end."
"Thank you, Qin Heng," Yan Feng said with heartfelt gratitude.
"We are brothers. No need to say that." Qin Heng smiled.
Then he looked toward the Nine Universes Saint Emperor and cupped his hands. "Senior, we shall take our leave!" Then he departed with his three close friends.
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