"Zhu Zi." The Progenitor came to Lu Yin's side and grabbed his arm, his expression full of sorrow.
Lu Yin was in terrible shape. There wasn't a single uninjured spot on his body.
Blood had long since soaked him from head to toe.
He lay helplessly on the ground, gazing up at the stars. No matter how the Progenitor called to him, he didn't react.
Wang Xia looked toward the foot of the Heavenly Ladder and slowly descended. "If Human Civilization hadn't held him back, I wouldn't have been sure I could kill him."
"Before I reversed into the past, I already possessed the power you had at the beginning of your era. That's why I understood so many things."
"Those insights were enough to ensure I could break through."
"But they couldn't guarantee that I would defeat someone like him, who had also transcended the Masters."
"I thought I'd have to keep unveiling new insights to find a chance to win. But it wasn't necessary. A single Human Civilization wore him down to this state."
"Human Civilization. How tragic."
The Progenitor watched Wang Xia approach step by step. He felt no despair at the thought of death—only calm. What else could he do now?
On the other side, Long Xi came over too. She silently reached Lu Yin's side and held him in her arms, smiling faintly. If they were going to die, they would die together.
Lu Yin opened his eyes and watched Wang Xia approach through a blur. He smiled. The blood dripping from the corner of his mouth fell to the ground like plum blossoms. "I see you. You're walking downward."
Wang Xia's expression didn't change. He continued down the Heavenly Ladder, step by step, drawing closer to Lu Yin.
"Of the seven Masters alive now,