บท 2042: Commencement of the Final Battle

An earth-shattering battle ensued.

The Four Nine Immortal Sect up against the Snow Ghouls.

Xuanyuan Cheng was still bidding a final farewell to his father.

Never did he think that his almighty father would fall one day. Now that the unthinkable had actually eventuated, he couldn't do anything aside from wallow in grief.

"Little Cheng, your bombs were awesome…"

"I tried to dissuade you from researching bombs in the past, but I now know that I was wrong…"

"Persevere with your dao…"

Xuanyuan Lun caressed Xuanyuan Cheng's face as he said with difficulty.

Xuanyuan Cheng nodded over and over again with tears flowing from his eyes. "Father, I'll take you back to the battleship right now. Bai Ling knows everything; she'll be able to save you!"