Jiang Feng's figure hovered above this desolate ruin. The Chaos Star Armor had long since shattered and dissipated in the final blow, revealing the chaotic, radiant, and crack-ridden Dao body of the Ancestor Stage beneath. Golden ancestral blood seeped from the ruptured wounds, freezing into fine golden ice crystals by the chill of the void before it could even drop.
He was drenched in blood—some of it the filthy black blood of his enemies, but mostly his own golden ancestral blood, which had congealed upon his tattered robes like a broken battle flag.
He slowly turned his head, casting his gaze toward the spot where Takabara Honglian had finally vanished. There, only a few wisps of red sparks, so faint as to be nearly invisible, leaped futilely in the cold returning-abyss gale. They resembled the tragic and stunning smile of her life's final burning, being swallowed by the boundless darkness and on the verge of being completely extinguished.
Chapter 844