The Black Beast was very old. This was because it had damaged the foundation of the Great Dao and was suffering from illness. Otherwise, with its strength back then, why would it struggle to survive every day.
Old Tears rolled down from its dull and listless eyes. Its words were filled with heaviness and sadness. The era that belonged to them had passed. Those people who were as powerful as them, the first generation of the Golden Group had all withered and scattered.
“I am willing to die and never appear again. I only want to save you!”It swore. Its deep and emotional eyes looked up at the sky, reminiscing about their era and their glory.
On the altar, the black three lives medicine blurred again. It was about to be transported to the dead world where the black behemoth was.
“It’s here. I hope this time it’s real. It’s a herb that can save the Emperor’s life!”