To die in battle is the only destiny!
This is exceedingly tragic.
Awe-inspiring through the ages, indescribable in any way.
In Ye Chen's eyes, only boundless radiance emerged.
Tears fell from Ye Chen's eyes as he shouted silently, drowned in it.
The outstretched hands kept grasping, trying to seize the Heavenly Desolate Divine Land, seemingly grabbing something—
After a long time, not knowing how much time had passed, everything came to an end.
Ye Chen left the Mythical Era, appearing on the River of Time.
In front of him was the vast and boundless Heavenly Burial Tablet, still stained with Emperor's Blood, vibrant as a rainbow, shimmering brightly.
It was just a drop of Emperor's Blood that had fallen, forcing Ye Chen to return to that Mythical Era, experiencing all those events.
Ye Chen looked forlorn, holding a few fragments of shattered weapons in his hands, dull and dim, vaguely forming a bronze spear, the Desolate Great Halberd.
