He just kept smiling.
Xu Zhi did not say anything and just stood in the distance silently.
He looked at the old man who was at the end of his life, the first God who created the world.
He had been a valiant hero who had wandered the lonely chaosverse in search of a future, who had opened up Dao paths in his youth through repeated trials and tribulations, who had slaughtered his disciples and triggered the dark fiendgod catastrophe. He had never once cried, but now, he was laughing heartily while tears streamed down his face.
The heaven and earth were turbid, and the three great DAOs had just been proven and then fallen. All kinds of phenomenons appeared, as beautiful as a meteor shower.
Yi mang did not speak. He was crying, and Xu Zhi had been standing at the edge the entire time.
Whoosh.
The meteor shower fell like a torrential rain of stars, sending off the three great saints of the world.
