The remains of nine bigwigs turned into a pool of pus on the ground, returning to dust, no matter how dashing and spirited they once were, in the end, they met this fate. The audience, much like the Pre-Qin Qi Practitioners who pursued immortal ascension, struggled for survival against the cosmic rules. The audience, however, replaced the cosmic laws with the broadcast. Everyone tossed and turned, but the goal was simpler,
to live a little longer.
Mr. Su Bai felt like attending a funeral this time; all the audience present couldn't help but feel a sense of shared fate, akin to the atmosphere a funeral ought to have.
Ordinary people participating in funerals often think about the day they might lie there. Yet this time, the audience was pondering how much hope they had of surviving when facing those Qin Soldiers in the future.
