On the battlefield of the endless starry sky, a faint elegy has unknowingly begun to echo.
The final battle of the emperors in this era has begun at this moment. All the True Immortals, except the True Immortal Wanfa, have fallen into a critically injured and near-death state. The past selves of these immortals have already died, affecting the continuity of their existence in the present world.
Now, beneath the starry sky, only True Immortal Wanfa stands alone, a solitary figure, so desolate.
"Wanfa,"
"Fellow Daoist, you are dying."
Jiang Ding sighed long: "For the many years of companionship, this monarch offers thanks. In the countless eons to come, even in the far distant years, this monarch will not forget your name."
After millions of years of sincere collaboration, exploring the forefront of Immortal Dao Technology together, speaking of everything, how could there be no emotion involved?
