The Truth of the Bronze Ancient Hall, the Death of the Supreme Sage

Void.

Chen Changsheng and Bai Ze sat quietly atop a meteorite, waiting.

Over those three days, Bai Ze cried until its eyes were red, then finally fell into a deep sleep.

Chen Changsheng, meanwhile, sat there for three days and three nights like a stone.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, a figure arrived before Chen Changsheng.

The person looked at him and remained silent for a long while.

"Bai Ze is an auspicious beast. Now that it has voluntarily gone to sleep, it means the matter is grave."

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng showed no expression. He merely slowly stroked Bai Ze's fur.

Seeing this, Little Immortal Elder pursed his lips. "We lost."

At those words, Chen Changsheng, who had been like a clay statue, finally spoke.

"It's not a major problem. There are no ever-victorious generals under heaven."

"If we lost, then we'll just fight our way back."

Little Immortal Elder pursed his lips. "But we suffered a complete collapse across every front. There's no room left to rise again."

"I can accept that too. What I, Chen Changsheng, am best at is rising again."

"As long as you want to, I have plenty of ways to let you go to war once more."

Faced with Chen Changsheng's words, Little Immortal Elder's tone grew even heavier.

"The Supreme Sage is dead."

At those words, Chen Changsheng raised his head to look at Little Immortal Elder. His eyes were as still as a pool of dead water.

"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."

"I said Nalan Xingde is dead. He died together with his Dao companion, Gongsun Huaiyu!"

"This joke isn't funny at all."

"I'm not joking. He really is dead."

Crack!

Cracks appeared in the meteorite beneath Chen Changsheng's feet. The Chen Changsheng