Tian Yongheng stood beneath the blood red heavens, his expression completely blank.
The Lower Realm had truly fallen.
He had finally reached the Earth Immortal Realm, a cultivation realm that countless beings spent their entire lives pursuing, yet by the time he emerged from seclusion, everything he had wanted to protect had already disappeared.
His disciples, his friends, his family, his acquaintances, the countless mortals and cultivators who had once inhabited this world, Mo Yuxin...
And even the Sword Venerable, who had entrusted him with the responsibility of being the strongest in the Lower Realm during his final moments.
He had failed all of them simultaneously.
Tian Yongheng slowly lowered his head, looking at his trembling hands.
For the first time since beginning his journey, he felt incredibly lost.
What was he supposed to do now?
He had always believed that as long as he was still alive, there would always be another opportunity.
