More than thirty figures traveled through the darkness of the void.
Ever since leaving the Grand Void Immortal Domain, Chen Xu had not spoken another word.
His expression was utterly grim, and the blade wound running from his brow to his jaw made him look particularly savage.
"Where do we go now?" Gu Hong's voice broke the silence.
No one answered.
"I said, where the fuck do we go now?!" Gu Hong roared.
"What are you shouting for?" Yu Han gave him an icy glance.
"What am I shouting for? I just want to know where those bastards are!"
Shen Ming flew at the rear of the group, listening to the argument ahead without a word.
Gu Hong was not the only one falling apart. Everyone was trapped in their own catastrophe.
After the Grand Void Immortal Domain, they had visited the other Immortal Lords' principal planets.
Yu Han's immortal domain, Gu Hong's immortal domain, and everyone else's.
Just like Chen Xu's, their principal planets were devastated, with not a single living soul remaining.
More than thirty Immortal Lords, more than thirty immortal domains, more than thirty massacres that had wiped out everyone they held dear.
Not one had been spared.
There was only one exception.
Shen Ming.
He had no immortal domain, no sect, no disciples, no cultivation partner-not even a friend whose name he could give.
He was merely a shadow behind a mask, living for countless tens of thousands of years, never competing, never grasping, never taking sides, never stepping into the spotlight.
When Gu Hong first learned this, he stared blankly for a long while.
"How... how could you live like that?"
Shen Ming glanced at him. "Being alive is enough."
"If I'd fought to be first in the spotlight, I wouldn't have lived this long."