In the space-time of Daluo Heaven, Zhou Bai looked at Jue Ji, who had vanished into the void, feeling puzzled; he sensed a tremendous conflict and pain in the other's heart.
"What kind of pain is worth forsaking one's life for?"
"To be alive is to have hope."
Zhou Bai found this incomprehensible; to him, that was an act he would never consider, no matter what happened.
Zhou Bai sighed. Although his heart lamented, the deaths he had witnessed in the past two years were too many; he could no longer fall into sadness as easily as before.
He spread his arms and slowly floated towards the location of the Human Emperor Sword, confidently declaring, "The Daluo Heaven's discourse has concluded, and I am the first in this discourse."
Step by step, he walked, stepping in the air as if on solid ground, heading towards the Human Emperor Sword while shouting to the heavens, "The Human Emperor Sword is mine now, right?"