"My master is still waiting for me... I have to go back... I have to go back!!!"
It was Ji Zhaonan's blood-curdling roar.
Wrapped in streaming light, he flew swiftly through the corridor of wind and snow, raising his spear and charging bravely forward, meeting the countless blades of wind and snow head-on. With but a single thought from a supreme powerhouse, the winds and snow turned strange and treacherous, as though thousands upon thousands of peerless saber masters were fighting him with wind sabers and snow blades.
Ji Zhaonan could scarcely withstand them, yet refused to retreat. His body was covered in wounds, but he fought desperately onward.
Such unyielding will was deeply moving.
Qin Zhizhen had imagined many lines beforehand, only to find that none seemed fitting at this critical moment. Especially since the slogan he had most wanted to use was "return home," but Ji Zhaonan had said it first.
He thought for a moment, then finally let out a muffled grunt and gritted his teeth in silence. Manifesting the Yama Son of Heaven, donning the garment of the Divine Soul, and wielding Iron Wall as a shield, he resolutely charged back into the void once more.
All he left Huang Yeyu was an incomparably resolute gaze and a will as steadfast as rock.
Crossing the raging tides of the void, the people of Qin would return home!
"Could it be... that this is as far as we go?" Chongxuan Zun sighed softly, carrying three parts sorrow and a wisp of melancholy.
Amid the snow filling the sky, he was one flake among them. He had his own sorrows and his own purity.
He was about to be nailed into a thorny ball, shoved aside by the frozen Sun Wheel. Flipping his palm, he pressed down and