So it turns out that Quasi-Emperor Seventh Heaven is not the same as Quasi-Emperor Seventh Heaven.
His Dao.
Was it really wrong?
First time leaving seclusion in seventy thousand years, first time battling in seventy thousand years, first time getting injured in seventy thousand years...
Too many firsts.
Ji Changgeng felt a torrent of emotions as he lay in the starry sky, looking at the bright stars forming one brilliant line after another.
Truly beautiful.
So beautiful that the brightness gradually blurred Ji Changgeng's eyes: "Turns out I've been wrong all these seventy thousand years."
"Third Elder!"
A familiar and desperate cry reached his ears.
"Old Seven, the Dao I cultivated is wrong."
Ji Changgeng held tightly to the guqin, his former pride becoming increasingly shattered as his life slipped away, to the point where he didn't consume any elixir to delay his death.
"Third Elder, hold on, the ancestors will come to save you."
