As Chen Changsheng nodded in agreement, the open and covert struggle that had lasted two hundred thousand years finally came to an end.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng tilted his head and glanced at North Sea, who was fighting desperately below, then spoke.
"How about you go down and lend him a hand?"
"At this rate, it'll probably take quite a while longer."
"The Dark Turmoil is coming. Countless old friends are about to fall, and I need to collect their bodies."
Hearing this, "Reincarnation" said, "I'll do it!"
"We did work together once, after all. If I send him on his way, he should be able to die without regrets."
With that, "Reincarnation" rose directly and joined the battlefield.
Yet with "Reincarnation" entering the fight, North Sea grew even more frenzied.
"By the way, one more question."
"Why did Heaven insist on fighting me to the death? Didn't any of you try to talk him out of it back then?"
Chen Changsheng asked casually. Sacred Ruins said indifferently, "We aren't his father. We have no obligation to restrain his actions."
"Back then, the Dead Sea Forbidden Ground chose Old Man Yao and the Uncanny, while we chose you."
"If you lost, we would have suffered the backlash of that choice as well."
"The Heavens Forbidden Ground did not advocate leaving the Chang Sheng Epoch, nor did it want you to stand on equal footing with us. Naturally, it had to pay the price."
"As a Forbidden Ground, yet still acting on impulse—they truly deserved for their fate to run dry!"
The sealed land.
After passing through layer upon layer of obstacles, Chen Feng finally arrived at his destination.
Looking at the rust-covered Iron Sword before him, Chen Feng said nothing. He merely stood there quietly.
One day, two days,