If I died, there was no need to mourn for me. They should see me off with laughter.
Those were Yuan's exact words.
Everyone decided to respect his wishes. Even now, they spoke with smiles and laughter instead of wailing and weeping rivers of tears; only for a moment had their spirits fallen low.
Silence reigned here for a long time.
"Is he dead?"
Divine Mechanism Divine Lord asked hoarsely.
They had been old friends for so many years. They had studied and lived together since the humble era when the Immortal Sect had not yet produced a Spirit Transformation cultivator. Together, they had lived through the latter years of the sixth-generation ruler Wu's administration, then witnessed every stage of the Immortal Sect's rise—from the Nine Spirits Domain to the Horn Nether Domain, then the entire Ancient God Domain, and now, their gaze had turned toward the greater world clusters.
Just as the sixth-generation ruler Wu had passed away at Clearwind University, was the era of the seventh-generation ruler now coming to an end as well?
The others could not suppress their grief, yet they still honored their promise, doing their utmost to preserve an atmosphere of laughter as they saw an old friend off with smiles.
"Is he dead?"
"I don't know."
Jiang Ding replied calmly.
When it came to life and death—whether others' or his own—he had inexplicably become far colder and more resolute at a time like this.
After today, would he have to support the Immortal Sect alone?
Perhaps this situation, where he alone bore the Immortal Sect on his shoulders, would last tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years, until another peerless genius comparable to Yuan rose once more. Only then could a political balance be restored.
Having lost such a political counterweight,