Complete silence reigned in the area beneath the divine throne in front of the heavenly palace.
Ye Futian looked at the spear in his hand that had pierced through Donghuang the Great's body, and an extremely shocked expression surfaced in his eyes. He slowly lifted his head to look at Donghuang the Great. "Why?" He asked.
He just could not understand.
"No, don't!!!" a voice cried out, and a beautiful figure appeared at the side. It was Donghuang Diyuan.
Ye Futian looked toward her. He found the look in Donghuang Diyuan's eyes to be familiar. It was similar to the sorrowful expression on his face when he was playing the Divine Requiem. All this while, Donghuang Diyuan had been an enigma that he could not fully understand.