Heaven and earth lay deathly silent.
The phantom of the Jade Bamboo Mountains had already slowly sunk into the River of Time. Chen Xun lifted his eyes slightly, and his expression relaxed considerably.
In the end, not a single mishap had occurred.
His avatar had plotted for more than two hundred thousand years; naturally, he would not have let them come here to die.
Chen Xun slowly stepped into the Nine Provinces Void.
Before the table.
Black-Robed Chen Xun sat with his eyes peacefully closed. Everything within his body had dissipated, including the system and Dao Power. His body was shriveled, like a dried corpse.
Yet the tea before him had not been finished. Half a cup remained.
Chen Xun helped him up.
Afterward, he arrived at a fragment of territory from the Taiyi Great World.
Beneath verdant mountains stood Crane Spirit Trees, one after another.
Chen Xun buried his avatar here and erected an unnamed gravestone.
A moment later, he slowly looked toward the Sky Rift stretching vast and mighty for hundreds of millions of miles. The sun and moon that had sunk into ruin rose once more, shining together—one side dim, the other resplendent.
Chen Xun's gaze deepened slightly.
Beside the unnamed gravestone, a little yellow dog lay curled up, exceedingly weak. The sight of Heaven's Lament still continued, and heaven and earth were shrouded in haze.
Whoosh...
A wooden umbrella slowly opened. The little yellow dog looked up with clouded eyes as footsteps gradually sounded. It stared blankly as the figure in white slowly departed.
Just as Chen Xun stepped onto the Time Dao, he lowered his gaze and glanced back.
Beside the gravestone.
A spirit body slowly formed atop Black-Robed Chen Xun's dried corpse. With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed into the distance,