White clouds surged.
A blurred figure flashed past without showing itself, and only a sorrowful sigh drifted through the air.
But on closer scrutiny, it seemed to be nothing more than an illusion.
"Actually..."
"For the past year or so, I kept imagining how I would feel when this day really came."
"Excited?"
"Afraid?"
"Or perhaps exhilarated..."
"But..."
"Only when I actually reached this point did I suddenly realize that, deep down, I didn't really feel anything."
As he spoke, Sun Wen braced himself on the chair's armrests and struggled to his feet.
"Everyone laughed at my first eight skills..."
"But they never knew..."
"That a single skill of mine could overwhelm tens of millions!"
As Sun Wen's words fell, the surrounding spiritual energy instantly formed a storm, sweeping him and Yu Sheng up into the air.
More and more spiritual energy spread from Sun Wen's body, joining the storm of spiritual energy.
"Boss Yu, even if I didn't choose to kill myself today..."
"I would still die within two months at most."
"Endless spiritual energy wells up inside me every day, but I can't find the path to the Tenth Awakening."
"I'm already... on the verge of bursting from all this spiritual energy."
"So you don't need to feel burdened at all. Instead, I should be thanking you, thanking you for carrying my wishes with you as you keep fighting."
"If, in the end, you bring victory to the Human Race..."
"I will die without regrets."
As he spoke, Sun Wen spread his arms and slowly closed his eyes. "I've never tried gathering the spiritual energy of this world without restraint. I've never seen what that would look like."
"Today, I can give it a try..."
As though experiencing a final rally before death, Sun Wen seemed much more