For a long time, there was no response within the hall, not even the slightest ripple. Ye Tian and Zhou Xuanqing continued to decay, and Ye Tian had already reached the brink of death.
The white fur on his body and the red fur on Zhou Xuanqing's had intertwined and spread across the entire hall.
"You are wasting your efforts. Immortal has long since fallen asleep. If he truly had not died, as you said, would he really stand by and watch me act like this? He was a powerhouse who had spanned nine epochs." Uncle Hei's figure emerged once more as he spoke leisurely.
There was a trace of pity in the way he looked at Ye Tian, as though he had personally come to see him off.
Ye Tian's expression was calm. He knew that only the last sliver of life remained within him, yet it was as though this was happening not to him, but to someone else.
Still, there was a faint dazed look in his eyes. So this was death? Zhou Xuanqing, meanwhile, struggled her way to Ye Tian's side and lay down beside him.
A smile even surfaced on her face as she said, "Since I am dying with you, I should lie a little closer. If there is reincarnation, we can walk on together."
"Reincarnation does exist, but what decays here is not merely the flesh and cultivation. Even the soul will decay. Reincarnation will not descend upon this place," Uncle Hei said, shattering Zhou Xuanqing's final fantasy.
Zhou Xuanqing's expression stiffened, but she did not look at Uncle Hei. She merely stared at Ye Tian. The inexplicable pain in her heart seemed never to have stopped as she looked at this man. Was it all going to end here?
Just then, the