Xiao Chen silently mourned for a long time, feeling a heavy heart. This sealed chapter of history filled him with a sour bitterness, a difficulty to accept.
In the Grand Palace, the fragmented limbs and the few broken stone skulls slowly bobbed and rotated, creating a scene that made one's heart taste bitterness.
The Stone Man Kings of yesteryear chose to mend the map with their bodies, preferring to shatter like jade rather than remain intact like tiles, forever resting in solemn silence!
Blood-stained skies, fallen on the battlefield, were the last resting place of several Overlord Kings. Their blood drained, their forms collapsed, never to return to their invincible grandeur, dominating all under heaven.
Xiao Chen sighed deeply, feeling that this world was full of regrets. As powerful as the Stone Man Kings were, they too passed away with reluctance and defiance. After countless ages, everything returns to dust, to earth.
"Who... brought the corpses of the mighty back here?"
