"Benefactor Dragon Sword, matters of life and death are predestined."
"Benefactor Lightning, you sought benevolence and received it. I hope you can lift your spirits."
"Amitabha..."
Green Lamp Buddha pressed his palms together, his head bowed as he silently chanted Buddhist scriptures.
A blue gleam flickered deep within the eyes of the Sword Tao Incarnation as Hong Yuan's primary consciousness descended upon it.
"Alas..." Hong Yuan sighed lightly, his expression somber, his mood downcast.
The night sky was pitch black, and heavy rain poured relentlessly as lightning snakes darted about. In such harsh conditions, the group of Martial Saints bowed their heads, their expressions filled with sorrow.
At this moment, within the Central Continent Academy, only the voice of the Emperor's son, East Supreme Saint, could be heard chanting the eulogy.
"Humans and demons are natural enemies; ancient edicts make this clear. With a resolute heart, I swear to remain steadfast until death..."
