After I bade the two girls farewell, I looked at Mengchuan’s corpse. It was curled up in a heap. His heart’s desires had been fulfilled and it seemed like he no longer had any lingering attachments to this world. He simply lay there muttering, "So much time has passed. How long have I been sleeping? My kingdom has been reduced to ashes, lost in the sands of time. My friends and loved ones have turned to dust. What meaning is there behind my struggle? What is the point of this futile and empty existence?"

I hurriedly said, "Thunder single-handedly brought about the destruction of the Roland Empire! Do you not even bear a shred of resentment toward him? In present times, Thunder has the power to cover the heavens with a single hand and he still rampages about unchecked in the three realms. Mengchuan, if you still consider yourself a man, then accept this resurrection that the Wind Singer is offering you. Fight on! For the dignity of the human race! For your fallen comrades and loved ones!"

"You’re right…"

A flicker of life appeared in Mengchuan’s cloudy eyes. "Young warrior, you are like a bright lamp shining in this eternal night. You have my thanks!"

I chuckled. "Your comrades would definitely want to see you pull yourself together. Since Dada has fused with my Sky Obsidian...