The two of them still stood in the south, having witnessed everything.
Shi Rong suffered deeply from Origin backlash. His body seemed to have aged several thousand years; his face was pale and wrinkled, like an ancient sheet of parchment. His lips were tightly sealed, as though he were enduring indescribable agony.
That once imposing, peerless figure now stooped beneath his back, as if bearing the merciless weight of the Great World.
His hair had already turned gray, his long locks hanging down in strands like the branches of a withered tree.
Shi Rong's lips were cracked, a thread of blood trickling from them. The corners of his mouth curled faintly upward in a smile, as though he were mocking something.
"Alliance Leader, are you waiting for him?" Ye Qingyou asked softly. Her long hair cascaded to her waist like a black waterfall, draped over her shoulders and giving off a faint, icy sheen.
Her eyes were deep and clear, like lakes of frozen ice. She did not fear the killing intent Chen Xun cast her way, though she had not expected this outcome.
Chen Xun's decision had been too decisive. Even she, an Immortal, had been caught somewhat off guard.
This world-shaking war had ended so strangely... abruptly cut short!
Chen Xun had not made enemies of the myriad races. She found it difficult to imagine that a cultivator so utterly selfish, one who had never cared whether other Domains lived or died, could make such a choice.
"I still haven't seen through him..."
Ye Qingyou felt as though something had clogged her Dao Heart, leaving her in unbearable discomfort. She roared inwardly, How could you let the myriad Domains bind you until your lifespan ran dry!
A cold gleam flickered in her eyes as they met Chen Xun's