Musashi watched Ning Changge's fading apparition, his heart filled with admiration!
Perhaps this was what it meant for heroes to recognize one another.
Like Musashi, Ning Changge had been utterly pure. Though his martial arts had been destroyed and his body left crippled, he had refined his willpower to its absolute limit!
A physical cripple, but a giant of will!
Was cultivating with spiritual energy really the only better path? Ning Changge had used his life to show the world what willpower could do!
Since Ning Changge, the Divine Martial Race had never produced another Martial God!
Perhaps the Divine Martial Race had been on the wrong path all along!
The dream of the Eighteen Star Warriors had ended. Jiang Nan had shattered it with the cruelest truth!
Wu Kuang knelt on the ground, weeping silently. They wished they could tear the Bose Race apart and devour them alive—and they hated themselves even more!
Why had it taken them until now to think about it, to learn the truth?
They had let their ancestors down!
Wu Kuang repeatedly slapped himself hard across the face. Clearly, this cruel truth would take them a while to process!
Jiang Nan said calmly, "So... how long are you going to keep wallowing in despair? Your dream has ended, but it's not too late to wake up, is it?"
"At the very least, Ning Changge's actions truly kindled hope and defiance in your hearts! The road here may have been winding, and you may have taken many detours, but the story of the Divine Martial Race isn't over!"
"As for what happens next, that's for you to write yourselves. Starting today, there will be no more gods in the hearts of the Eighteen Star Warriors!"
"The Slave Seals are gone. You're... free!"
At that moment,