But they were all stubbornly persevering.
They persisted for a hundred years.
Approaching them, Lu Chen had a solemn expression on his face. He lowered his head and looked at the withered grass and the small trees.
"Hmph, it's not even enough to nail the coffin lid for you," he muttered, but his expression softened.
Lu Yuzhou grinned and slowly sat beside a small tree.
"Sigh, after cultivating for a while, I didn't expect to die with the stars one day."
The divine light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
He was really exhausted.
The last life force of this planet had consumed all its power.
Unfortunately, the stars couldn't be revived. He could only die along with them.
In the distance, Su He and the others who had rushed over looked at each other. They knelt on one knee and lowered their heads.
This was a sign of respect for a great cultivator of Confucianism.
