Shi Hao's eyes were filled with tears. It had been many years since he felt such sorrow. Standing at the peak of what life could offer, he felt a sense of desolate sadness, as he personally buried everyone he cared about with divine origin.
He returned to the higher realms, leaving the eight regions behind.
The wasteland that made him sad, made him happy, and worried him was his birthplace, carrying too many memories. But now, he no longer desired to return.
Shi Hao returned to the Heavenly Court and began to practice painstakingly. He needed to improve his strength, to break through in this increasingly urgent atmosphere.
Years later, in the depths of the starry sky, in a dim and unnoticed area of a broken star, someone opened their eyes, like cold lightning flashing through the void.
It was Shi Hao, comprehending the Dao alone at the end of the universe!
