As Chen Changsheng slept within the Twelfth Grade Black Lotus, he seemed to return to his previous life.
Eldest Senior Brother had died, and he had narrowly escaped Zu Yuan's clutches with the help of a formation.
Once again, he had swallowed humiliation and shouldered his burden, even venturing into Chaos to beg Leng Qingsong, the Number One Immortal Under Heaven, for help.
At the end, he had even gathered the last powerful living beings between Heaven and Earth, and finally, at the very last moment, amid millions of the Devil Race, he had slain the devil who had unleashed the catastrophe once and for all!
Standing with his sword in hand, covered in blood and filth, with Zu Yuan's dead body lying before him, Chen Changsheng could hear his own heavy breathing. He prepared to personally chop off Zu Yuan's head as a proper offering to this world!
But when Chen Changsheng raised his longsword, ready to swing, the mask on the dead Zu Yuan's face began to crumble, revealing a face identical to his own!
Chen Changsheng stared at Zu Yuan in disbelief and turned his head blankly. A longsword arrived without a sound and pierced his chest.
That Number One Immortal Under Heaven, Leng Qingsong, had driven his sword through Chen Changsheng's chest, his face utterly indifferent.
At that moment, every thread in Chen Changsheng's mind connected.
Only when the longsword entered his chest did Chen Changsheng understand everything.
Only he could kill Zu Yuan, and only by killing him could this catastrophe be brought to an end!
So the so-called Great Calamity all began because of me?
I was the Great Calamity itself?
With the longsword through his chest, Chen Changsheng seemed to hear cheers surging around him like ocean waves.
It was as though only