Divine [1]

The starry sky remained still. Time passed, and people dispersed, but the atmosphere didn't change.

Tian Yang stood facing the 50,000-kilometer-long dark zone in space. His eyes didn't leave the point where Damien had vanished. In those eyes, countless feelings were reflected.

Anger, sorrow, guilt, and unwillingness were only a few of these. To think he, even after pushing his power to the extreme, couldn't protect his own disciple. What kind of man was he?

"Old Void, you know as well as I do that it is not your fault. Besides, you know your disciple better than anyone else. Would he really die here without achieving anything?" The Drunken Old Immortal patted Tian Yang's shoulder and spoke words of consolation.