Crown Prince Purple Green had fallen.
Not at the hands of the myriad races, but by sacrificing himself—dissolving into the gaze of Desolate's fragmented-face.
Only a skull remained, seemingly containing a lifetime of unwillingness, refusing to turn to ash. It was left behind on the battlefield.
Those who departed with him…
Were the souls of the entire Purple Green Kingdom, including Bai Xiaozhuo.
On the day they left…
Wanggu was drenched in unending rain for a full month.
Brilliant Heaven, too, was shrouded in gloom, churning for thirty days.
In the human imperial capital, Human Sovereign Mirror Cloud did not hold court. For days, he sat alone, gazing southward in silent reverie.
Only when someone retrieved Crown Prince Purple Green's skull from Nanhuang Continent did he finally speak, releasing a sigh laden with complexity and remorse.
Thereafter, he constructed a tomb of the highest honor for the Crown Prince and decreed that he, too, would be buried there in the future.
