"Lord Duke Long!!!" The Heavenly Court immortals' horrified cries resounded, but to Duke Long, these voices became increasingly weaker, at the start, they were like roaring waves, but almost at the next moment, they became light echoes from the horizon.
Is this the feeling of death?
I, Duke Long, am finally going to die?
Die here?
Thoughts were still flashing past Duke Long's mind.
Die here?
He asked himself again.
Tired, I am really tired!
He had walked till now while bearing heavy duty and expectations, he withstood the burden of endless sins.
There were times when he really wanted to die!
When he first stepped into the immortal graveyard and hibernated, he had let his imagination run wild: If I died like this, it feels like it might be a pretty good thing.
But could he?
Could he?
He asked himself.
No….
He could not!
