Feng Qing's eyes reddened. "Jiutian..."
"Qing, what's with that look?"
Yu Jiutian laughed it off, his tone just as it had been when they first met as children.
"I'm dead, not gone. If I become the Formation Eye, doesn't that mean I'll always be here?"
He spread his arms and looked around. "From now on, traces of me will be everywhere in this world."
No one could bring themselves to laugh.
Just then, Ao Ren, who had been watching him all along, suddenly spoke. "With you alone, the Formation Eye won't hold for long."
He turned to Zhu Yao. "I'll bring the strongest Demon Emperors and Demon Kings of the Ao clan and fill the Formation Eye with our flesh and blood. Every moment longer we can hold it is a moment gained."
Zhu Yao looked at him. "You know what that means."
"I do."
Ao Ren's voice was calm. "But so what? The Ao clan excels at multiplying. Isn't this exactly what that's for?"
"My Ao clansmen are scattered throughout the Demon Realm. If one group dies, another remains. If they all die, there are still other branches."
"As long as the Demon Realm remains, the Ao clan won't perish."
He turned to the Ao Demon Emperors and Demon Kings behind him.
"Will you come with me?"
No one answered.
But every member of the Ao clan stepped forward.
Ao Ren's eyes reddened, but he did not let his tears fall.
He turned back and nodded firmly at Zhu Yao.
Shi Yin had scarcely spoken from beginning to end.
He simply stood there, his silver dragon eyes gazing into the depths of the void, his thoughts unknown.
Only now did he withdraw his gaze.
"Once the Demon Realm is sealed, how long will it take to recover? And how