I Won’t Die in Vain!

They had been here at least twice.

Once when they received their inheritance.

Once when a superpower from the Qishen Temple fell.

Upon arriving at this place, everyone felt a deep sense of reverence.

Even Jian Wushuang was the same.

Because behind the Qishen's Dao Arena, there was a mountain.

Or rather, it was a tombstone.

On top of it were numerous portraits.

Among them were familiar faces.

There were Wan Xing, Ji Chaoyang, and other contemporaries who inherited power.

There were also those resurrected emperors.

One of them, Yang Sanmu, who had helped Jian Wushuang, was among the first to fall.

There were Qiu Huang and those fifth-tier Emperors from the original universe.

Such as Zhu Tian!

There were too many.

Each portrait captured their moments of glory on the battlefield.

Zhen Ling brought them to this place, and many had tears in their eyes.