Han Yu got a headache the moment he saw the village. It meant another entry had been added to his death record.
By his reckoning, under the Heavenly Dao, there probably wasn't anyone who had died more times than him.
Zhishou was still sitting by the roadside, waiting for him with unhurried composure.
Han Yu walked over in silence and sat down quietly. For a moment, neither of them had anything to say.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Zhishou had never seen Han Yu act like this before. His expression turned strange.
Han Yu let out a deep sigh and said helplessly, "That fight was brutal. I'm a little tired, and suddenly I just want to rest."
Zhishou fell silent for a moment. Unable to help himself, he waved his hand, and the entire Soul Realm abruptly went quiet. Amid that stillness, Han Yu slowly closed his eyes, his figure gradually tipping sideways.
But in the end, he didn't fall. A gentle force slowly lifted him up.
Han Yu's figure rose higher and higher, slowly breaking through the clouds and ascending toward the Ninth Heaven.
All living beings raised their eyes to the Ninth Heaven. In utter silence, they slowly sent their power upward, the gentle force wrapping tightly around Han Yu as if to soothe his weariness.
Zhishou looked up at the sky as well and couldn't help sighing.
He had no reason to stop the living from acting of their own accord. All he could do was sigh helplessly and mutter to himself, "Heavenly Dao, the bigger the favor you owe that kid, the harder it'll be for you to repay him someday."
Han Yu was fast asleep in the Soul Realm, while the cultivators from the Central Continent in the Endless Sea Domain nearly had a