Daochen had little to say to this dying fellow.
Better not shatter his hopes.
In truth, the man must have known long ago that this day would eventually come.
When he discovered Demon Emperor Daochen, he might have clung to a lucky chance: if he could devour the Demon Emperor, perhaps he could live a little longer. Clearly, there was no perhaps, nor any possibility.
As his soul and consciousness perished, something happened.
Daochen discovered that the man's body was actually beginning to vanish molecule by molecule.
This body of his had stubbornly endured in this world for far, far too long.
So long that it had already collapsed and disintegrated, yet he had still stubbornly insisted on remaining in this world.
Thus, once he perished, his entire body lost its support and naturally began to dissipate.
Faced with this sight, Daochen could not help marveling at how formidable the fellow's will to survive had been.
"Dust to dust, earth to earth. This grotto-heaven blessed land is mine now."
Daochen began taking possession of this space.
Only when he secured control of this place did he realize something.
This truly was an excellent place.
It turned out that this space consisted of more than what lay before his eyes.
Beneath the man's tombstone, which was also his throne, something lay hidden.
Another space had actually been sealed there.
The reason this fellow had managed to exist for so long was simple.
He had survived thanks to the energy supplied by this space.
What kind of energy could let a dying Saint Realm cultivator wrest fortune from the heavens and survive for so long?
Demon Emperor Daochen was extremely curious.
He lifted the tombstone directly and casually set it aside.
At that moment, a towering surge of energy flooded into this