"Ancestor!!!"
This cry was like lighting a fuse.
On the city walls, in the wilderness, regardless of identity or injury, all members of the Downspirit Clan knelt down in unison at this moment.
The sound of weeping swept across this land like a tsunami.
They lost the ancestor who guided their path all the way, who supported them through each desperate situation, who ultimately defeated the Divine Punishment for them, reclaiming a future...
The ancestor witnessed the beginning of the Downspirit Civilization, protected its journey, and at the turning point, burned himself out for its continuation, resulting in a future that no longer needed "protection".
Everyone was immersed in immense grief.
Xingtong knelt on the cold city bricks, tears blurring her vision.
Looking at where Tu Hu vanished, memories flooded her mind of the figure always holding a wine bottle, silently gazing into the distance.
