In the starry sky, the light was dazzling, exceptionally gorgeous. The Remnant Immortal shattered, crushed by a golden hand, with blood splattering the stars, and the Primordial Spirit broken.
"Ah..." It was a cry of anguish, full of resentment, the last struggle of the soul, the True Immortal was in despair!
How could he willingly accept this? After his cultivation recovered, he thought he could reign over the world, becoming a truly flawless Immortal, yet he was defeated by an ordinary person, a cultivator of the Domain of Humanity.
Especially, two thousand four or five hundred years ago, he personally acted, crippling Shi Hao with the Immortal-Crippling Curse, deeming him as insignificant as weak grass.
Who would have thought that one day he would be slain by that weed, ending his life?
