"I was a wild child the Lord picked up. Without the Lord's painstaking care and cultivation, there would be no me today."
Mo Cang's voice choked with emotion.
That once peerless Demon Venerable had finally reached the end of his life.
The Ancient Human Emperor was a massive stone weighing upon the hearts of countless Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, one that could never be moved.
The four words "Ancient Human Emperor" represented everything.
"Ah, I'm old, so old. I'll sleep for a while first."
The old man pulled the purple blanket beside him over himself, closed his eyes, and drifted into sleep. Mo Cang slowly rose to his feet, his expression complicated as he looked at the old man.
That once peerless Demon Venerable, who had never placed anyone in his eyes, had ultimately reached the end of the road. His life had finally come to its end.
So... even Primordial Unity Golden Immortals could die?
"My Lord, I will protect you always. Forever."
Mo Cang murmured to himself, then plopped down beside the throne and gently closed his eyes.
The old man's lips curled unconsciously into a smile.
Those words were enough.
He had fought his entire life, and in his twilight years, someone was still by his side. That alone was enough.
Many lofty Primordial Unity Golden Immortals had no one they could speak to in their later years. Primordial Unity Golden Immortals were lonely—terribly lonely.
But he was fortunate. Even at the end of his life, someone was there with him, and there was a fiercely loyal fellow willing to keep this old man company.
At this moment, the fighting across the entire Northern Continent was gradually drawing to a close. Those fellows whose Dao hearts had shattered were no match for those hulking brutes, and were