"Uncle..."
Behind him, the young Zhang Tu, who had now grown up into a man, followed in small steps.
The heavy snow had already covered him in a coat of white.
His delicate face showed a hint of desolation, along with a sigh.
A great emperor of the Ancestral Witch dynasty had passed away, and he had witnessed it all with his own eyes, which filled his heart with a profound sense of shock at the torrent of time!
That was the undefeated legend who ruled the earth for seven hundred years!
That was the mighty emperor who broke open the sky and made the ten suns tour the sky!
But...
But...
The young man hesitated to speak.
"It's not that I don't want to save him, but I cannot."
Zhu Zhengwei was aware of his hesitation to speak and gently explained:
"The mortal world is like this. When one's life is long enough, even the most powerful beings will witness countless joys and sorrows beyond their control... Even I cannot prevent his death."
