Transcendence Chapter, Where Is It? Success and failure turned empty in the blink of an eye; the green mountains remained, while the setting sun reddened them time and again!
"A hero of his generation."
Shen Yun spoke solemnly, delivering an exceedingly apt judgment.
At this moment, there was not a trace of contempt or disdain in his eyes.
To respect a formidable enemy was also to respect oneself. It was precisely because he had encountered such a peerless opponent that all his potential had been drawn out, driving him ever onward to new heights.
Then, beneath the astonished gazes of the whole venue, Shen Yun strode over to an ancient pine twisted and vigorous as a dragon.
He bent down, dug through the frozen earth with his bare hands, and excavated a three-foot grave. He buried Ling Jiuxiao's tattered black robes within it.
When it came time to erect the tombstone, he fell silent for a moment. Then Divine Radiance surged from his fingertips, carving six bold, iron-hooked characters into the stone:
Though I die nine times, I shall have no regrets!
At this sight, the Undying Divine Phoenix trembled to its soul, an indescribable feeling rising in its heart.
It let out a long sigh and murmured faintly, "This young man... perhaps understands him better than even the God Venerable did!"
No supreme secret art, no peerless fortune, had ever been what Ling Jiuxiao sought. From start to finish, all he wanted was to shatter the cage of fate and transcend it in freedom.
For that, he had risen from insignificance, crushing the bones of countless Heavenly Prides beneath his feet, devouring the fortunes of the heavens, until at last he was buried beneath these three feet of earth—still without complaint or regret.
As he pondered, Shen Yun