Purple Spirit Void God stood at the edge of the Void God Realm, his aged gaze piercing through layer upon layer of void before settling on the Tribulation Clouds slowly gathering above Imperial Saint Mountain.
The nine-colored lightning of the Nine Heavens World-Extinguishing Tribulation still lingered at the edges of the clouds, casting shifting light and shadow across his profile.
He watched Chu Tian seal Shen You's remains within the side hall's secret realm. He watched the Forbidden Ancient City, which had borne the glory of the Chaos God Clan for countless epochs, slowly drift away through the starry sky.
He suddenly recalled a promise another young man had made to him many years ago. He also recalled Shen You's final words before he was nailed to the city wall—
"I did everything I could. I have no regrets."
He had occupied the position of Void God for many years and had witnessed too many geniuses rise and fall.
Some geniuses fought for glory.
Some geniuses fought for themselves.
And some geniuses—were willing to stake their lives to bear the weight of an entire race.
"Every era has people like that."
Purple Spirit Void God murmured, his voice so soft that only he himself could hear it.
"It's just that this time, the ones who carried it to the end were on our side."
Gold Spirit Void God stood not far behind him, his golden gown fluttering gently amid the lingering ripples of Myriad Realms Ruins' rules.
He did not analyze the battle-loss figures in his usual icy tone. He merely stared silently at Chu Tian's upright back in the distance.
For a long time.
White Spirit Void God's voice came from the void. It remained as flat and direct as a work report, but his speaking pace had noticeably