Ye Qushang wailed, his legs curling beneath him as he collapsed to the ground, no longer caring about his image as a senior leader of human civilization and chief commander of the Heroic Spirit Throne.
Beside him, the Space-Time Gate teetered on the verge of collapse.
Atop the Heroic Spirit Throne, Ania was likewise heartbroken over the Human Emperor's death in battle.
When she saw Ye Qushang overcome with grief, when she saw that trace of feeling in his eyes, Ania seemed to understand something too.
She walked over gently, lightly patted Ye Qushang's frail shoulders, and comforted him in a soft voice.
"Don't cry. Don't cry."
Ye Qushang sobbed, choking out his words.
"Niya... do you know... I would rather have died a million years ago!"
Ania fell silent and held him tightly!
Across countless Starsea battlefields.
Countless humans had tears streaming down their faces. The Human Emperor had died in battle, and they would never again find anyone like him.
He was the only one of his kind through all eternity!
At the edge of the Solar System.
After the four Supremes stood in wordless silence for a while.
Jiang Yang reached out and closed his hand on the space around him, gathering a vast swath of asteroids.
He would forge a majestic imperial throne here and weld it to the starry sky with a formation.
Then he gently sent the Human Emperor's body onto the imperial throne and sighed softly.
"Human Emperor, please rest here. One day, Starsea Dawn will appear before your eyes again!"
Since the Human Emperor had chosen to die in this place, let him watch from here.
Watch the place beyond the Solar System he had once wished to reach, now a distant shore forever beyond him.
Dao Ancestor Taishang, the Heavenly Lord,