The Confucian Saint's Carving Knife and Confucian Crown

"What... where is this?"

Zhu Youji looked around at the environment shrouded in mist and chaos, feeling a bit puzzled.

Zhou Haodang stopped and released Zhu Youji's soul.

"This is the Confucian space I established after my death. It was originally orderly, but as my soul power has dwindled over the years, it has become increasingly chaotic."

"Palaces, islands, and houses have all turned into gray mist. If you had come any later, this place might have collapsed entirely, and my soul would have completely dissipated."

Zhou Haodang smiled faintly as he looked at Zhu Youji.

Hearing this, Zhu Youji felt a tinge of sadness. Though he had known that Zhou Haodang had died, subconsciously, he could not accept that such a renowned Half Saint, who had sacrificed his country, had come to this end...

Sensing Zhu Youji's emotions, Zhou Haodang spoke with a calm tone, "Birth, aging, illness, and death are natural for humans. I am human too; I am not exempt from this."