Su Mo stood frozen in the void, able only to watch helplessly as the red mist slowly swallowed city after city.
Below, those about to be engulfed by the red mist gazed calmly at the exhausted Su Mo in the void.
Within those fluttering white robes lay endless, boundless anguish and weariness.
"It's coming..." A farmer stared blankly at the slowly approaching red mist, murmuring sorrowfully to himself.
"This hard-won peace..." Another woodcutter shook his head, not knowing what to say.
"The Human Emperor..." an old courtier murmured.
"He's too tired," the old courtier's wife and children said.
Despair seemed to shroud everyone's hearts as they waited for the red mist to arrive.
They seemed already to know that their Human Emperor could not save them this time...
This Heavenly Dao always seemed intent on erasing these ordinary, kindhearted people.
Some merchants returned home in silence and opened their arms to embrace their loved ones... wanting to remember this final warmth forever.
Some farmers reluctantly picked the unripe fruits and melons they had planted and put them into their mouths, filling their mouths with sour astringency... After tending them for half a year, they ought to taste them, at least.
Some teachers led their students back into the school and continued their lessons... Even if he had to die, a teacher still wanted to finish teaching this volume, then die in the school.
They seemed able to see the exhaustion of that white-robed figure in the void, and the anguish and helplessness in his eyes.
He wanted to save everyone, but he could not...
The people seemed to have prepared themselves long ago, yet their eyes still held reluctance as they looked at the friends and family beside them.
Amid sigh after sigh, the people below seemed to have accepted