"Such an inconceivable situation—I still haven't figured it out to this day."
"But that was understandable. The God-Slaying Weapon was Chen Changsheng's trump card for survival. If others could see through it so easily, he would have long since been reduced to ashes."
The real world.
Having left the Dream, Chen Changsheng looked at the Chang Sheng Epoch, which had already returned to peace, and for a moment, he felt dazed.
It was as if everything that had just happened had been nothing more than a dream.
"Brother Changsheng!"
Nian Sheng's voice rang out. With her was Hua Feng, who had been gravely wounded thousands of years ago.
"It's good that you're all right. Where's Chen Xiang?"
"Chen Xiang is dead."
"He and Xu Yao were wounded too severely in that battle. Not long after leaving the battlefield, he passed away in meditation."
"What about Zhang Zhen?"
"Wang Hao took him away. The Demon Blade was broken, and his mind and spirit were damaged. He probably won't survive either."
"So that's how it is."
"Why have so many people died again?"
Bang!
Chen Changsheng muttered blankly, then fell stiffly backward.
The great battle had ended, and all the emotions he had suppressed erupted in an instant. Chen Changsheng could no longer endure them.
Wu Li, Zi Ping, and Zhang Bairen fell alongside Chen Changsheng.
The three of them had participated in the entire battle. Their bodies had been shattered who knew how many times. The only reason they had held on until now was the breath in their hearts.
Now that the battle was over, that breath had scattered. Naturally, they could no longer hold on.
Chen Changsheng's collapse caused a small disturbance among the Chang Sheng Epoch's upper ranks.
Fortunately, the Dark Turmoil had already ended. Under