Shi Hao's mind descended into chaos. He had never imagined he would hear such news, that things would end this way.
He had thought the worst outcome would be Meng Chuan refining too much of the Dark Origin and falling into darkness.
After all, the four Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors had come and gone from this place for years without dying. Even if Immortal Emperor-level power existed here, there had to be some hidden reason behind it.
In all likelihood, it would not threaten anyone's life.
The four Dark Quasi-Immortal Emperors had even been suppressed. There was hope of survival now.
So he had prepared himself to purify Meng Chuan. Even if it meant crossing blades with him, Shi Hao had steeled himself for it.
It was only a matter of giving Uncle Meng a beating. He would not hold back!
Even if purifying a Quasi-Immortal Emperor who had fallen into darkness was difficult, he would not give up.
But never in his wildest dreams had he expected this terrible news.
Uncle Meng was dead!
It struck like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. Shi Hao could not accept it. His Dao Heart shook, and even his Magical Power fell into disarray.
Hope had appeared, only to give way to despair.
That man had raised him, cooked Beast Milk for him, and taught him to cultivate. When Shi Hao was little, Meng Chuan had practically been a father to him.
He could be infuriating at times and often made plans for Shi Hao, but he was also the man who cared about him most. And now he was gone.
Shi Hao's body trembled as scene after scene with Meng Chuan flashed through his mind.
Their first meeting beneath Willow God, those Demon Claws that never spared his little face when he