The void.
The Grand Formation was being set up slowly, and the surviving living beings began rebuilding their homes bit by bit.
Chen Changsheng still sat alone atop that lonely meteorite.
For a full two hundred years, Chen Changsheng had not moved an inch.
And the only thing that accompanied him was the lifeless void.
After an unknown length of time, specks of golden light fell above Chen Changsheng's head, eventually gathering into a phantom figure.
The phantom naturally sat down beside Chen Changsheng and looked out with him at the boundless void.
After an unknown length of time, the phantom said, "Sir, what are you still waiting for?"
Hearing Nalan Xingde's words, Chen Changsheng softly said, "I'm not waiting. I just can't bear to let go."
"When something that has filled your heart for so many years is suddenly put down, it is no simple matter."
"Sir has finally seen through this trial. My long years of planning have not been in vain."
At those words, Chen Changsheng turned to look at Nalan Xingde and said calmly, "You went a little too far with this matter. Even if you wanted to kill Old Man Yao, there was no need for so many people to die."
Facing Chen Changsheng's "questioning," Nalan Xingde smiled and looked into the distance.
"Sir is right. Killing Old Man Yao truly did not require so many deaths."
"At most, the deaths of one-third of all living beings would have been enough."
"But to 'kill' you, Sir, required the sacrifice of every living being in this entire era."
Looking at Nalan Xingde's tranquil expression, Chen Changsheng lowered his head and fell silent.
Seeing this, Nalan Xingde paid him no mind and continued on his own.
"As old friends fell one after another, Sir sank deeper and