Li Xiaoyu stood quietly before the lone grave.
He remained motionless, like a statue.
His gaze was fixed on the shattered Tianya Divine Sword.
His mind was completely blank.
He could not believe that the woman who had fought beside him and once said she would wait for his return forever had left him like this, never to return.
His Dao heart trembled violently, as though it might collapse beneath the pain at any moment.
"Founding Sect Leader."
A steady voice sounded by his ear.
It was Zeng Zihang. At some point, he had arrived at Li Xiaoyu's side.
Zeng Zihang looked at the figure shrouded in grief, his resolute face filled with admiration and sorrow.
"Patriarch Lu... was a true hero."
He looked at the lone grave and slowly spoke, his voice full of reverence.
"Hero?"
Li Xiaoyu's body trembled at those words.
He slowly turned around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the young man with a complicated expression.
"What exactly happened to her?"
His voice was hoarse and icy, as though it had risen from Nine Nether Hell.
Zeng Zihang sighed inwardly.
He knew there was no longer any reason to hide the truth.
He began recounting that tragic history, buried beneath centuries of dust, to the young man on the verge of collapse.
"After you left, the main forces of the Outer Realm Demons tore through the barriers between worlds and descended upon ours."
"Their leader, the being known as the Demon Lord, single-handedly suppressed our entire righteous alliance until we could not fight back at all."
"That battle shattered the heavens and split the earth, blotting out the sun and moon."
"All of our senior masters perished in that war."
"To protect Green Cloud, Patriarch Wan Jianyi did not hesitate to turn himself into a sword