The Venerable Liaoran let out a slight sigh, showing an expression of release. It was a stark contrast from his previously manic state. At this moment, Venerable Liaoran stood amidst the pit caused by the previous blood-colored storm, giving the scene an eerie appearance.
"Alas."
Seeing Long Yan continuously gaze at him, Venerable Liaoran only let out a soft sigh. The release of that force within his body did not leave him without feeling; on the contrary, he was aware of everything that was happening.
"Who would have thought, after a lifetime of diligent cultivation, that upon my death, I would break my power—let it be, it's truly fate."
Long Yan watched Venerable Liaoran sigh deeply in place. After a long while, Venerable Liaoran began to tell Long Yan his story.
