He turned and went back inside, closing the balcony door.
He walked to the entryway.
Xiao Yue was gone.
The Three Blue Birds were gone too.
Three years. No one had fed them. They had gone to find food for themselves.
Chen Hao let the thought go no further.
He sat on the sofa for a while.
A very short while.
Then he stood up and walked out of the apartment.
He did not lock the door.
Chen Hao's figure rose from a rooftop in Treasure Sky City.
He did not fly using magic power. His six remaining Great Daos were still there, but his Dao Foundation was on the verge of collapse. He would not waste his strength.
He simply used the Way of Space to fold the distance beneath his feet, stepping beyond the atmosphere in a single stride.
Lunar orbit.
There was no wind in the vacuum, no sound. Beneath his feet lay Blue Star, but it was no longer blue.
The clouds had turned grayish white, the seas were black, and not a trace of green remained on the continents. The entire planet hung dimly in the void, like a marble coated in dust.
The only light came from the distant sun. But even that light was wrong: dark red, no longer its usual yellow-white.
The Black Tide was stripping away the sun's outer layers. Its size was shrinking, its brightness fading.
Chen Hao hovered in lunar orbit, facing Blue Star.
He gazed at it.
Ten thousand years.
He had lived on this planet for ten thousand years. He had cultivated from the Primordial Era to the Celestial Immortal Realm, grown from a naive boy to Dao Integration.
From here, he had set out for the Guixu World. From here, he had sent a civilization of