Half a month later.
In the depths of the Desolate Sea at the western edge of the Nine Dragons Sea, a streak of Black and White Lightning was fleeing for its life, with a streak of purple lightning pursuing close behind.
After fleeing several thousand more miles, the Black and White Lightning finally could not hold on any longer. It swayed unsteadily as it landed on a desolate island, revealing Yan Jingchen's figure.
He was covered in blood, his face as pale as paper. Even his once-formidable Mid Spirit Transformation cultivation had vanished, leaving him with only Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivation.
He had used many secret arts with severe side effects in an attempt to escape, but it had all been futile. At this point, he had exhausted every trick up his sleeve.
Purple light flashed, and Ning Fa appeared, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked coldly at him.
"Back then, you gave Ning the chance to kill himself. Ning will now return that chance to you. You may end yourself."
Yan Jingchen took a deep breath. A lonely look appeared in his eyes, and he sighed.
"I painstakingly schemed through two lifetimes, all for the sake of ascension. Yet in the end, it was all empty. But the winner became king and the loser became a bandit. I accept it."
As he spoke, he slapped his palm directly against his forehead. The divine light in his eyes immediately dimmed, his head drooped, and the force of life swiftly faded away.
A generation's formidable hero had fallen just like that.
Ning Fa's expression was somewhat complicated. Yan Jingchen had been a truly terrifying foe. Had Ning Fa not possessed a measure of good fortune, he would have been utterly destroyed by this man a hundred years