Chapter 708: King Baishen
That sharp voice sounded again.
At this moment, Zhao Yin clearly felt that the owner of that sharp voice was of unfathomable strength.
Although it was just a voice, Zhao Yin felt that it must be a very powerful person...!
Is a funeral master of ceremonies the strongest human being?
But at this moment, Zhao Yin no longer felt that the voice was unpleasant.
Even when he was awake, that deep sadness slowly spread in his heart again.
It was the sorrow that remained in his blood, rolling in, overwhelming and drowning Zhao Yin completely.
Standing in this sad world, in the endless wind and sand, his vision gradually became blurred.
The middle-aged man in white armor held the golden coffin tightly with his remaining right hand. He walked with a firm step and a hint of ease.
It seemed as if there was no sadness in this world, as if he was just walking on the grassland in spring.
It was as if the fatal injury had nothing to do with him.
It was as if the foreign blood was not his honor.
It was as if the empty coffin on his shoulder wasn't there to bury himself...
At the end of the world, there is a huge portal.
All the people who came to the portal stopped and made way for the middle-aged man in white armor!
Countless eyes turned back to gaze at the man in white armor, with tears in their eyes, watching him approach step by step.
His body was already broken, but he was still strong.
"I! Bai Zhan! I will go out with my coffin today!"
A tall figure in white armor stood in front of the portal and looked back. The whole world turned into desolation.
There were traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.
The broken sword pierced his forehead, but he seemed to be unaware of it! His chest was torn apart, leaving only a bright red heart, but he remained firm.
But at this moment, he took one last look at his hometown.
There were tears in Bai Jia's eyes.
"Bai Zhan is incompetent and has brought shame to the human race. He failed to protect the emperor's son and left his homeland in ruins!"
"Bai Zhan feels guilty. If I leave today, I may never come back..."
"I hope you all are well! I hope our homeland will regain its glory! I hope our human race will prosper forever...!"
Bai Zhan spoke every word, as if he was not good at speaking, but every word came from the bottom of his heart, making everyone cry even louder.
"Don't be sad for me. I... am about to die...!"
"If my death can help my homeland to continue for another ten thousand years, it will be Bai Zhan's greatest blessing in this life!"
"Bai Zhan Wu Sad, I am honored to have you all send me off...!"
"Gentlemen, after I leave, the whole world should celebrate together, and we won't leave until we are drunk...!"
"Gentlemen, let's say goodbye now...!"
Bai Zhan turned around, and when the last voice fell, he had already stepped into the portal.
The tall figure disappeared in this desolate world, his beloved homeland...
Will never come back.
"Send—the King!"
The crying was deafening, and many people could no longer hold back and cried bitterly with their heads in their hands.
The wind and clouds were changing. On the distant horizon, tornadoes formed sandstorms and swept across the land at high speed...
At this moment, the world in front of Zhao Yin seemed to be speeding up...
The crowd did not disperse when Bai Zhan left.
Before Bai Zhan left, he told them not to leave until they were drunk. Many people took out their drinks, poured them into their mouths frantically, and swallowed them with tears...
It gets dark and then light again.
Bright and then dark.
They just kept drinking, crying after drinking, and sleeping after crying... It was as if there was nothing else to do in this desolate world except drinking and crying...
at last……
Zhao Yin didn't know how many days had passed in this desolate world...
A huge voice came from the sky, carrying with it extreme sadness.
"I...failed!"
That was Bai Zhan. He only said four words and then fell silent.
The crowd, whose emotions had gradually calmed down over the past few days, began to cry again.
boom!
Suddenly, the whole world was shaking, and everything was blurry...
The huge space crack, like a spider web, slowly covered the entire sky.
Immediately afterwards, the boundary wall shattered, and endless chaos, mixed with world-destroying flames, poured into this world.
Zhao Yin saw a broken golden coffin, the lid of which had disappeared, riddled with holes, moving forward at high speed in the flames of annihilation...
Bai Zhan’s figure stood inside the golden coffin!
He still looked the same as before, but the beating heart in his chest was shattered.
Bai Zhan's life breath seemed to be extremely weak, as if he would fall down at the slightest breeze!
There is no longer the majesty of the king, nor the carefreeness of the past... All that is left is despair and sadness...
His eyes looked desperately at the world that was about to collapse, at the homeland he missed...
"I...want to be buried in my hometown, and stay in that ancestral land forever...!"
Bai Zhan murmured.
Somehow, Zhao Yin heard it clearly and felt his grief.
"But how can I leave my divine foundation to a foreign race?"
Bai Zhan continued to murmur: "How can the ancestral land... last forever?"
He looked at the crowd still standing in front of the portal in the broken world.
"My fellow countrymen, for the sake of the human race, I... need you...!"
Bai Zhan's voice became increasingly weak, as if there was an invisible force that transmitted those weak words into the shattered human race!
"Send the King!"
It seemed as if the endless human race had been waiting for this day to come.
Amid the endless sadness, Zhao Yin saw the old man playing the flute take out a colorful building.
Zhao Yin could not read any useful information in the illusion, and vaguely felt that it was like an altar.
"The world is gone, the emperor is gone, and the emperor's son is gone... Now that the king has passed away, we have no way out!"
The old man's weathered voice echoed above the crowd.
His cloudy eyes reflected the destroyed world.
The space bracelet on his hand shattered silently, and endless extraordinary treasures, including various equipment, potions, extraordinary food, and elixirs, flew everywhere.
The world barrier was shattered, and endless space energy was radiating out in all directions. The old man waved his hand, and countless star crystals formed, carrying treasures accumulated over countless years, and disappeared into the chaos...
At this moment, everyone was doing this. They took out their life's accumulation, and some space-based psychics took action... It seemed that in the destruction, the construction of star crystals was the last way for them to leave a trace.
After delivering the supplies, the old man slowly walked towards the altar: "I wish to use my remaining body to turn into the final fire to illuminate the darkness for my race!"
"With the King..."
As the last voice fell, the old man's blood and bones seemed to burst into invisible flames and melted at a high speed... Finally, they turned into a drop of bright red blood.
Suspended above the altar, emitting dazzling blood light.
"If the human race is in eternal darkness and never sees the dawn, I wish to turn into a ray of light...!"
The thin master of ceremonies came over and stepped onto the altar.
"With the King..."
One by one, the powerful human beings stepped onto the altar, thousands and tens of millions...
A giant formed from the most original blood of the human race.
His body was boundless, sitting cross-legged in the broken void.
Illuminated by the endless world-destroying flames, the giant had no facial features and stood motionless.
"Thank you all!"
A sigh from Bai Zhan was heard in the void.
The next moment, the broken golden coffin, carrying Bai Zhan's remaining body, crashed into the giant's body.
The next moment, a pair of eyes appeared on the blurry face of the bloody giant, with blood flowing all over his body.
