Before his final sleep, Medicine Ancestor entrusted the great array at Cross Corner Street, which remains inscrutable, prompting a murmur in his heart:
"The descendant of the Name Ancestor, to think would be defeated by a mere pawn of this ancestor; Bei Huai's combat strength is nearly exhausted..."
"So, ultimately, that boy with the surname Xu, he only tasted briefly and didn't invest much mental strength..."
"But it's understandable, after all, betting on one Bazhun'an, his status might have already been completely depleted..."
With these fleeting thoughts, Medicine Ancestor fell into a deep sleep.
This sleep was extraordinarily peaceful; after all, the time of metamorphosis is the moment of transformation.
Xu to the Name is like the Dao to Medicine, all are discarded pieces.
The only thing to face after returning to zero is a yet incomplete Holy Demon Unity; how could victory or defeat be unknown?
"My dream, is at peace."
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