Sisi said, "Are you saying that thirty years ago, his death was a deliberate end to his existence in the world?"
"Possibly... That battle back then didn't make it seem like his destructive power had reached that level, so it's highly likely he held back... If that's the case, the inheritance we're receiving now is actually a trap set by the Sword Emperor against the Heavenly Dao." Zhao Changhe sighed softly, "As expected, someone who could rank third among the Demon Gods, surpassing Piaomiao, was indeed no simple character. The Heavenly Dao always wants to control these heroes, but eventually, they'll be countered."
Sisi said, "So if I don't put together his cenotaph, is it gone?"
"That's the fate you deserved through your kindness... although it seems I got the better end of the deal?"
"You're the one who carved the words..." Sisi, in a good mood, giggled, "Why are we even dividing whose is whose?"
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly and bowed once more to the tombstone.
