To have walked this far, to have set foot in the Immortal Realm, to have crossed hands with those few legendary Supremes—that was already enough.
At the very least, on this highest chessboard and grandest canvas, being lucky enough to leave one heavy, brilliant stroke of his own was enough.
The current Li Qiye had already been killed in their very first clash.
So even if the grey-robed man didn't kill him, he wouldn't have survived.
Just as Li Qiye was about to be annihilated in the hands of the grey-robed man—
Countless water-dragons erupted from the River of Time beneath the grey-robed man's feet, directly swatting him flying.
Li Qiye's eyes snapped open; in the last flicker of his consciousness, he saw a lone back, standing upon the River of Time.
Seeing that back, Li Qiye felt relieved as well. In the end he closed his eyes, fell into the River of Time, and sank toward the riverbed.
