Zhou Yan's gaze fixed intently on the distant Star Domain.
At this moment, the entire Starry Sky of the Star Domain suddenly dimmed, void of starlight, void of flames, with only darkness prevailing.
Just like the road ahead he perceived, utterly dark.
"Cultivation knows no end, and white bones turn into ash. Perhaps, I have truly begun to understand the intentions of my predecessor in the Golden Battle Armor."
Zhou Yan sighed.
He was never one to sigh frequently, but the path of cultivation made his sighs endless.
A sigh was but an exclamation, not a sign of collapse. With his daughter Yanyan severing her Sword Body and offering it to him, even if the road ahead was cut off, Zhou Yan would never collapse.
For life after life, Zhou Yan would never forget Yanyan's beautiful eyes, brimming with a strange sadness; eyes that mourned and regretted their fate.
Such a gaze should not appear in a little girl's eyes!
