The familiar figure was none other than Tang Chen, who should have been dead.
Previously, the Asura Demon Sword had actively protected its master and forcibly infused him with energy. While it seemed capable of allowing Tang Chen to cling painfully to life for five years, those five years were merely the maximum and final limit. How long he could actually live depended entirely on how long Tang Chen's will could endure. Even if he lasted five years, once that energy dissipated, he would still die completely.
Shen Hanyu had estimated that he would last around two and a half years, yet now, after so much time had passed, Tang Chen remained entirely unharmed. The vitality within him had even grown stronger, while Bo Saixi...
Thinking of this, Shen Hanyu was somewhat startled. He had ultimately connected the dots, and his gaze gradually became complicated, carrying a trace of pity.
"It is hard to imagine that, just to prolong his life, you were willing to use the blood from your heart as a catalyst and forcibly pour your own origin into him. This is truly an act that defies heaven. Once used, you are destined to be gradually rejected by the plane, until even your traces are slowly erased..."
"And that process will be more painful than you could ever imagine..."
Shen Hanyu said this to Bo Saixi, but it sounded more like he was speaking to Tang Chen, and more like a murmur to himself...
Bo Saixi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then smiled as she wiped away the tears from Tang Chen's eyes. Her tone was gentle as she said:
"We once... were the embodiment of an era. We represented that era, we accomplished that era, and we ourselves were that era..."
"Everything should