A faint, mournful song had begun to drift across the battlefield of the endless starry sky at some unknown moment.
The final battle for attaining emperorship in this era had begun at this moment. All the True Immortal Heirs except the Myriad Laws True Immortal Heir had fallen into a state of grave injury and near death. Their past selves had already died, affecting the very concept of their continued existence in the present world.
Now, beneath the stars, only the Myriad Laws True Immortal Heir remained standing—alone and desolate, a pitiful sight.
"Myriad Laws."
"Fellow Daoist, you are about to die."
Jiang Ding sighed softly. "For all those years of companionship, I offer you my thanks here. In the tens of millions of years to come, and in ages even farther beyond, I will not forget your name."
After several million years of wholehearted cooperation, exploring the very forefront of immortal Dao science and technology together, sharing everything without reserve—how could there have been no feelings involved?
Yet the first thing an adult True Immortal Heir learned was to separate emotion from reality.
Clang!
The youth in blue directly slashed out with his sword amid the radiance of the Law-Annihilation Great Dao.
This sword was hazy and indistinct, reflecting scenes of the past. A lonely, solitary emperor stood in the starry sky, with no one at his side. Everyone had died in the passage of time, had gone far away, and not a single familiar figure remained.
In this vast starry sky, people came and went, were born and died, yet none of it had anything to do with the lonely emperor.
He was a being unrelated to the bustling mortal world.
This lonely emperor stood amid the boundless Ninth Heavens. The halo of the Law-Annihilation Great Dao bloomed