The Blood Emperor was dead!
Dead in a way that made people sigh.
He even made Li Bai, who'd always complained he was born in the wrong era, suddenly feel a kind of kinship.
This was what you really called "born at the wrong time"!
After all, even Bai Qi had said it: if Lu Xiaobu hadn't shown up, or had shown up just a bit later, he might have completed the Blood Emperor's path!
But there's no "if" in this world. Like Bai Qi said, no one did anything wrong. If you have to put it into words, then it's: my road just happens to need you as paving stones.
Bai Qi is, the Blood Emperor is, they all are!
But none of that matters anymore!
What matters is—they can go home now!
Lu Xiaobu stared at that seed, his eyes shining!
And the blood people around them, after losing the Blood Emperor's command, once again fell into chaos!
Slaughter. Mutual slaughter!
