With the Strongest Sect Behind Me, I Just Want to Lie Flat

There is no Ninth Son of Heaven, no Ninth Venerable, and no Ninth Heaven. It was nothing but a tragic young man’s last dream before death. Nothing but ten lifetimes of striving in vain, and loving without ever being loved in return! The Holy Emperor of Purple Sky Reincarnation in the Celestial Realm looked at a figure walking away, growing more and more indistinct, and asked, “Won’t you really turn around and look at me just once?” “If there were a way for both of us to have it all, I would never let you down.” The Holy Emperor of Purple Sky Reincarnation watched the figure fade into the distance. His throat felt blocked, and he couldn’t speak. After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and pleaded through his sobs, “Turn around! Look at me one more time!” “I have a dream: to carry a jug of fine wine and embrace a beauty, until the end of time.” The figure spoke to himself as he walked. He didn’t turn around, or even slow his steps. He seemed utterly heartless. Yet the Holy Emperor of Purple Sky Reincarnation saw tears continually falling from his eyes… In the end, he vanished like a beam of starlight…