The night was deep and still, the full moon hung high overhead, and the battlefield before the Severed Horizon lay silent!
Corpses littered the ground, piles of beast carcasses rose like mountains, and blood flowed in streams, gurgling over the earth stained crimson...
Only flocks of crows pecked at the bodies, their blood-red eyes fixed on the Severed Horizon, now breached!
Beneath the starlight and moonlight, the blood from the silent battlefield gathered and took shape as Jiang Fan...
His face deathly pale, he knelt on the ground, coughing violently. The crows scattered in fright, taking flight in great flocks...
Jiang Fan hadn't died. He had more than three thousand stars and hundreds of ways to stay alive. It was hard for him to die even if he wanted to!
Self-destruction had been nothing but a way to save himself. If he tried to flee, the Holy Star would hunt him down to the ends of the earth...
This was the only way he could cling to life!
How badly Jiang Fan wished he could have died then and there, spared from having to face all this...
But he had still chosen to return, chosen to keep going!
He couldn't let up, not even for a moment, because every star was watching him!
Jiang Fan turned to look at the battlefield strewn with corpses, and tears streamed from his eyes...
He picked up a broken sword from the battlefield and dug one grave after another, burying the cold remains of the Soaring Dragon Iron Cavalry and Golden Spear Camp soldiers where they lay!
He planted a sword before each low mound. That would have to serve as their gravestone...
He had carried their stars within him; he had to lay their bodies to rest, too...
On the silent battlefield, Jiang