"We lost."
Looking at the empty Arena, a cultivator spoke, a trace of numbness in his voice.
Just like that, they had lost.
The moment they saw Zhao Guangyin, they had thought victory was certain.
They had never expected the reality: they had lost.
Even Zhao Guangyin had lost.
He had been the brightest star in the Central Region tens of thousands of years ago. How could he possibly lose?
It made no sense. It defied all reason.
Yet no matter how hard they found it to believe, the truth stood before their eyes.
It was all over.
"Well, a loss was a loss. Farewell, Fellow Daoist Zhao."
"Zhao Guangyin died for us. We should see him off."
"Farewell, Fellow Daoist."
"Farewell on your journey, Fellow Daoist."
After some time, the cultivators reluctantly accepted the outcome.
They had lost. So be it.
At that moment, they had no right to mock him. All they could do was respect him, at least in their hearts.
For Zhao Guangyin had died for them.
They could never mock Zhao Guangyin for that.
"I never thought the child would still fail to survive this calamity."
"Tens of thousands of years ago, we old fellows paid an enormous price to shield him from the Time Great Dao. And now he's gone all the same."
"No one who offends the Great Dao can live."
"He may have guessed how this would end before he came. His mastery of the Time Great Dao was simply too extraordinary."
"Yes."
In the Void, the supreme powerhouses sighed over his fate.
Ever since Zhao Guangyin had overestimated himself and challenged the Time Great Dao tens of thousands of years ago, his life had no longer been his own.
They had stepped in to protect him then, but they could not