Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes. No longer did his pupils reflect the Cosmic Starry Sky and the shifts of the Great Dao, but were instead filled with an indescribable, desolate sorrow.
He stared blankly ahead, like a wooden puppet.
The Empress and Gong Caiyu stayed by the Ancient Emperor's side, quietly feeling this rarely seen gentleness and frailty of the Ancient Emperor.
"Let's go…"
Jiang Ding took a deep breath.
The world around them changed; sun and moon wheeled in alternation.
When space stabilized again, the three of them were already back in their home in Fulin Community on the Mother Star. The surroundings were warmly arranged, spotless and dust-free.
On the dining table, a variety of steaming dishes.
