A sigh.
Zhang Baijie abandoned all his questions for Blood Moon and the Heavenly Dao. Everything he had done in his life had earned him nothing but a sigh beneath this Endless Night.
It seemed that only now did he understand: in that snowfall, the Prophet and the Deer Immortal Emperor, who had come before him beneath a red umbrella, had never regarded him as more "important" than any other immortal.
But who had ever seen a ray of "light"?
When a helping hand suddenly reached out in the dead end of despair, who could forget it? That day, he had been gravely wounded. Feeling the cold snow beneath him, he had waited for those unworthy creatures to gnaw him apart bit by bit—or simply bury him under the snow, waiting for his immortal power to drain away bit by bit, until Feixue and mud clogged his nostrils, until he rotted lucidly into the earth. That was what he had prepared himself for.
Later, he arrived at the Immortal Court and received his own name. The Prophet told him that after enduring a hundred tribulations, he could break free of the cocoon and be reborn.
Thus, he underwent the tribulations of an immortal in the Immortal Court, until the Prophet and the Deer Immortal Emperor ascended to heaven. He watched with his own eyes as the immortals once within the Immortal Court, under the Heavenly Dao's command, attacked the Prophet. After everything settled, he too ran everywhere, calling on the immortals to return to the Immortal Court and continue maintaining its workings.
He had always believed that his teacher and the Deer Immortal Emperor were preserving peace in the world.
Zhang Baijie stood before Blood Moon for a long time.
Immortal Emperor... Immortal Emperor. He resumed that dignified appearance,