At that moment, the world seemed to fall silent. Everyone stared at the fading figure in the sky. Zhongchuan Xian, an emperor of his generation, had vanished before their very eyes.
Zhongchuan Jin reached out to grab him, but grasped only empty air. In that instant, he seemed lost, not even knowing what he should do.
From afar, Lin Chuan's Tenseigan clearly witnessed the scene. He had even read every word of the conversation between Zhongchuan Xian and Zhongchuan Jin from their lips.
"He was a formidable man, at least," Lin Chuan commented.
Knowing that death was inevitable, he had chosen suicide and let Zhongchuan Jin gain the credit for killing the emperor of the Central River Empire. From that alone, Zhongchuan Xian had shown considerable resolve.
"This Zhongchuan Xian..." Bu Lianshi appeared beside Lin Chuan, frowning as though she wanted to say something but held back.
"He probably wanted to free himself from the curse in his bloodline too. He simply chose a different way," Lin Chuan said softly. "Of course, this was a choice he made only after we drove him into a dead end. Otherwise, he would never have been so merciful toward Zhongchuan Jin."
To be betrayed by his own son—and by the crown prince he had personally appointed—anyone would probably have gone mad in such circumstances.
But Zhongchuan Xian had not. He knew that he was doomed and that the Central River Empire stood on the brink of collapse. Under such circumstances, Zhongchuan Jin's betrayal instead became a choice in his eyes.
After all, if they lost this battle, the Central River Imperial Family would most likely be erased from the cultivation world. But as part of the victorious side, Zhongchuan Jin could survive. In a sense, that would preserve the imperial bloodline.
Perhaps it