The blazing meteor split into three parts, falling apart in fragments. With the final strike, only Tianming knew who lived and who died. That roaring wave of a sword still hung over the heavens and earth like the soul of an emperor, its power unrivaled. As the sword pierced the ground, the mountains shook along with the hearts of people.

"Father.…" Qingyu didn't dare leave the tomb, as she wasn’t certain of the sun emperor’s death. When the enormous coffin crashed to the ground abruptly, all she could do was grab hold of Yin Chen to ask about Li Wudi.

“I am… not sure… about that… right now," Yin Chen helplessly said amid the chaos.

With red eyes and heart pounding against her chest, Qingyu clasped her hands together and prayed. Beside her, Lingfeng and the Soulfiend were both...