Emperor Shiguang Zhi Zheng thought for a long time, then laughed completely, clasping his fists in a bow, "Today, a divine spirit descends upon the world, unraveling the mysteries of the Human Race. Having received your word, the future of the Witch Kingdom looks promising. I can die in peace!"
"Thus ends the three questions and answers, already complete."
Zhu Zhengwei quietly savored his tea.
He knew this obsessive and fervent man, from his youthful days of pushing for reform, had always clung to a pure dream, and today, he finally chose to drown with his dream.
After drinking the last of the tea from the cup, Zhu Zhengwei leisurely stepped away, a halo of sacred white light encircling him. Suddenly, the figure softly said, "Sacrifice one's body to forge the Holy Scroll, bow to ask the Celestial Immortal. Enter the kingdom by forsaking oneself, who says the Emperor perishes in the heavens?"
Finally, riding a multicolored sunset, he soared into the sky.
