The cemetery filled with Xiao Hua quietly lies behind a memorial stone.

Not far away is the bustling space elevator station.

A few figures stand in the center of the cemetery, in front of an unremarkable tombstone, looking at the photo on it, slightly lost in thought.

The number of tombstones here is somewhat uncountable, each tombstone is based on a family unit, with photos attached, simple stories written, and the remaining ashes buried.

"Did Wang Zheng... pass away?"

The elderly Zhou Zhengde murmured with a frown.

"Yes, he left."

Lingtong, suddenly aged ten years, nodded with vacant eyes;

Her mechanical arm flickered with light, trying to soothe her emotions by adjusting the amount of hormone secretion in her body.

Wu Man, with his youthful appearance, turned to look at the big man sitting not far away.

The big man's golden armor was already in tatters, but the injuries all over his body were not as severe as his head, swollen like a pig's.

Nierdamon came to challenge Master Wang, and everyone had expected that this Spirit Cultivator, hailed as the strongest war god, would not be a match for Master Wang.

But unexpectedly, the situation was so one-sided;

it even had a slightly comical effect.

"Alas," Zhou Zhengde sighed deeply.

His gaze was mostly full of feelings, and his body became more hunched.

Although Amina had left, Xiang Tiantian stayed, staying to accompany Zhou Zhengde in the last journey of his old age.

The two had gone through a glorious time together, supporting and helping each other. Although Zhou Zhengde was just an ordinary person, gradually aging, and Xiang Tiantian maintained her appearance without straying even once, they remained in love.

Zhou Zhengde looked at the pile of elixirs stuffed into his arms by Old Wang before he left and smiled again.

Tonight, ah;

the old man will indulge in youthful frenzy!

Lingtong turned slightly, looking outside the cemetery, at the silhouette blocked by mechanical guards.

Lingtong frowned slightly.

Zhou Zhengde asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wan Linqian is coming," said Lingtong, "she's been getting more active lately, and Meng Jin's forces have been thoroughly defeated by her. Her sect has become a political force that cannot be ignored."

Zhou Zhengde nodded slowly, suddenly thinking of something, and smirked, "She probably just came to see."

Lingtong asked, "Does she also have thoughts about Wang Zheng?"

"The Black Storm, it's normal to have a few more fangirls."

Zhou Zhengde clicked his tongue:

"Speaking of which, Wang Zheng seemed regretful about not finding Ye Zi again.

"He told me while chatting that Ye Zi was his tool in his second life, also the witch he personally nurtured. Unfortunately, this Star Domain is too big, and the Black Light Force hides too deeply, so they can only wait for him to return to find them trouble again."

Lingtong worriedly said, "Amina left with him, and Earth is like a wide-open gateway, losing its powerful Guardian."

"The First Expeditionary Fleet will be stationed here for a while, won't they?"

"Fleet operations are ultimately limited."

Lingtong explained:

"We can't keep the ships in their strongest combat state all the time, and those with ordinary spiritual cultivator combat power can infiltrate and sabotage individually, making them very difficult to defend against."

Zhou Zhengde said, "I still don't quite understand why Wang Zheng wanted us to grandly announce that he had left with all his friends and family."

"Chairman, your brain is starting to degrade."

Lingtong looked at Nierdamon with a smile and softly said:

"The footage of their fight must be spread widely in this Star Domain.

"How about the headline 'Black Storm defeated Bright War God head-on'?

"Next, we should be uneasy and on full alert against the Dark Sect's revenge; such enemies appear and disappear without a trace, which is the most troublesome."

Zhou Zhengde nodded.

The two continued chatting intermittently, with no intention of leaving for the time being; Shen Qionglin had already started glancing at his watch, unwilling to waste his precious time here.

They seemed to be reminiscing about something.

Not far away are the graves of other familiar friends.

Outside the cemetery.

Wan Linqian retracted her gaze, unable to hide the disappointment in her eyes.

He left.

No more opportunity to listen for guidance.

Two High-level Spirit Ability Users hurried over, saying in a low voice, "Your Grace, we should go, there's a large gathering waiting for you."

"Hmm," Wan Linqian nodded slightly, the face frozen in time now had a few traces of holy brilliance.

She murmured as if in a dream, "What did you see here?"

"Tombstones? Many people's graves, this is a memorial park for several battles, if there are ashes, they can be buried, and if there are no ashes, names are engraved on the memorial stone."

"Your Grace must be asking not just for something so simple... Sacrifice, hope, the future?"

"Civilization."

Wan Linqian said with a light laugh.

She crossed her hands over her chest, bowed her head towards the cemetery, and then turned to the Flying Device parked not far away.

If Master Wang were here, he would most likely sigh.

This guy, please don't cause any big trouble in the future, it would be really a blessing from Heaven.

...

"Let's have a small meeting."

Wang Jixuan's voice sounded.

Several figures landed on the white sandy beach, which was washed back and forth by the waves.

Amina, in a black gauze mermaid dress, was the most eye-catching.

She was beautiful, like a fairy bathed in moonlight in the starry night, with her slightly curly dark blue long hair tied to her back, showing off her budding collarbone and slender neck.

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