This king died here alone, sacrificing himself to seal the abyss.
Shi Hao could not remain calm. A profound sorrow washed over him as he gazed upon the king's towering figure, covered in wounds, with fragments of supreme treasures imbued with chaotic mist embedded in his flesh. His blood had yet to dry.
He could only bow deeply, his heart overwhelmed with grief.
"Senior, may you depart in peace!"
Shi Hao was conflicted, sorrowful for this king. His descendants were all marked as carriers of "Sinful Blood," branded as sinners. How tragic it was!
Such an exalted figure, fighting fiercely in the Wilderness Frontier war, shedding blood to guard against the outer realms with his life, only to have his descendants fall to such a state.
"Even my body flows with 'Sinful Blood,' ha…" Shi Hao couldn't help but laugh bitterly, anger and sorrow entwined. This king might very well be his ancestor.
