This small city of the Willow Race had become one of its most prosperous great cities because Liu Jing had emerged from it a hundred years ago.
Liu Jing had become the Willow Race's clan chief in just a hundred years. Yet less than ten years after taking the position, he had died in battle on the Burial Emperor Battlefield.
Liu Jing's family, along with the bride's family that had been honored because of him, were all drowning in grief. The entire city was steeped in sorrow.
Countless children waved their swords, swearing to avenge him.
The old woman's entire body trembled, tears soaking her face. Slowly, she straightened her back again and spoke hoarsely...
"This was the path he wanted to walk."
"We should be happy for him. I stopped hating him long ago."
"He is our hero."
Her voice grew louder and louder. The children around her who wanted to hear the story also began to cry without realizing it, silently taking the old woman's hand.
High above...
Liu Shun held Liu Jing's corpse and began recounting Liu Jing's achievements to the people of the city...
As an Eight-Tribulation Emperor Venerable, he had slain an Origin Universe Emperor...
He had led a thousand Willow Race experts into the heartland of the Origin Universe side, carving a path for the Sword Shatter Emperor...
And as a Nine-Tribulation Emperor Venerable, he had forcibly raised the entire Willow Race's standing into the ranks of the top twenty powerful races.
Even after three days and three nights, Liu Jing's accomplishments had not all been recounted...
At that very moment, a soul drifted out of Liu Jing's body.
He gazed blankly at the great city before him and rasped to himself, "I am Liu Jing. I have already died in battle on the