"It's a pity that no matter how dazzling a warrior is, in the long river of time, they are nothing but sparkling grains of sand, destined to have all their marks erased."
The crowd sighed, seemingly stepping into the Dragon Emperor's perspective and feeling immense regret for his life.
Ao Canghai was at a loss for words. As far as he knew, these did not sound like words the domineering Dragon Emperor would say. But for some reason, seeing such words left before this desolate and silent Dragon Palace, it felt strangely fitting for the Dragon Emperor's state of mind before his death.
The young monk Lingjing stepped forward, pressing his palms together. "Amitabha. It is a great blessing that the Dragon Emperor had such a revelation before his demise! He left these words hoping that we would not fight over this inheritance and repeat his past mistakes!"
