Since the Sea Emperor could die, the Dao Lord could too.0

Gods can die.0

However, Jiuyou had never imagined such a death before. She simply could not comprehend why someone would willingly dissipate a lifetime of painstaking cultivation for something like this. How was this any different from suicide?0

Perhaps his foundation was not entirely destroyed. With some time and meditation, he might be able to restore his strength. He was, after all, in a better state than Han Wubing, whose foundation had been completely shattered. But how long would that take? Yuxu was already old. Once his power was scattered, his condition might be even worse than that of his old friend Ye Wuzong. His remaining lifespan was practically nothing. Would there even be enough time to cultivate again?0

This is suicide! You spent your whole life in bitter cultivation—was it all for this?0

Yet he was smiling. 0

It was not just a faint smile but one filled with true joy. In the end, he even burst into hearty laughter. It was the laughter of someone whose lifelong burdens had been completely lifted, of someone who had been granted true liberation.0

Zhao Changhe picked up Yue Hongling from the ground. She, too, had finally let go of her tension, and now that she was in her man’s arms, she no longer forced herself to stay conscious, immediately slipping into deep sleep. Zhao Changhe quickly checked...0