On the road to Kongyuan, Gandonggon could not help thinking of Jelais.
His disciple.
While pursuing that strange ferocious beast, he had left Jelais behind in another Yuan Magnetic Circle.
If that Yuan Magnetic Circle had not lain in the path of the ferocious beast tide, then his disciple should have been able to survive.
"At least I left behind a spark."
So he thought.
His master, the previous Zheming Society Head, had taught him to think rationally and told him to pass this flame on. He should have accomplished that.
The Zheming Society... well, the Zheming Society was probably gone.
The moment he saw Kosta attack him, Gandonggon had become certain of it. For some reason, he did not find it surprising. It seemed that Kosta was simply that kind of Ming.
But the Zheming Society still had branches. If they had been alert enough to leave the Ming Clan settlement after the Zheming Society had been destroyed, Kosta would not be able to find them.
There would always be another chance to start over.
And during the ferocious beast siege, he truly had made an enormous contribution.
Throughout his life, he had been worthy of the Ming.
Thus, in these final moments, Gandonggon Mingwen decided to follow his curiosity.
That was what he thought.
The vitality of existence gradually declined. This was proof that he was approaching the shallows. The Kongyuan family could endure such an environment and guard the Kongyuan Abyss eternally. In return, even the ferocious beasts would not attack them—after all, even ferocious beasts had no interest in such an environment.
But when he approached, he discovered that every expert of the Kongyuan family stood before him.
Their expressions were tense as they formed a great formation. Several heavy magical artifacts were locked onto Gandonggon.