Heaven and earth lay silent and dead.
The phantom of the Jade Bamboo Mountain Range had already slowly sunk into the River of Time. Chen Xun raised his eyes slightly, and his expression relaxed considerably.
In the end, not a trace of accident had occurred.
His clone had plotted for over two hundred thousand years. Naturally, he would not have sent them here to die.
Chen Xun slowly stepped into the void of Nine Provinces.
Before the table.
Black Robed Chen Xun sat with his eyes peacefully closed. Everything within him had dispersed, including the system and Great Dao Power. His body was shriveled, like a dried corpse.
Only the tea before him had not been finished. Half a cup remained.
Chen Xun helped him up.
Afterward, he arrived at a fragment of territory from the Taiyi Great World.
Beneath Green Mountain stood rows upon rows of Crane Spirit Trees.
Chen Xun buried his clone here and erected an unnamed gravestone.
A moment later, he slowly looked towards the vast sight of a heavenly rift stretching hundreds of millions of miles across the sky. The sun and moon that had sunk into decline rose once more. Sun and moon shone together—one side dim, the other radiant.
Chen Xun's gaze grew somewhat profound.
Beside the unnamed gravestone, a little yellow dog lay curled up, incomparably weak. The scene of Heavenly Grief still continued, and everything between heaven and earth was hazy.
Rustle...
A wooden umbrella slowly opened. The little yellow dog looked up with clouded eyes. Footsteps gradually rose, and it stared blankly as the man in white slowly departed.
Just as Chen Xun stepped onto the Great Path of Time, he lowered his gaze and glanced back.
Beside the gravestone.
A spirit body slowly emerged while standing atop Black Robed