บท 768: A Demon Lord Since Time Immemorial

Tonight, this sort of sigh had occurred several times.

When Zhu Ye's group had been standing by the lake shore and realized that the master of the Cinnabar Pill was Chen Changsheng, they had given a similar sigh.

In the snowy mountains, when Zhu Ye's feet were cut off by the sound of the zither and he looked up at the stars to await his death, he had given a deep sigh.

Now, when Chen Changsheng saw the middle-aged scholar, he also could not help but sigh.

The gap between the two sides was too vast. Even if he used all his methods and possessed a boundless intelligence, even if he was willing to sacrifice his life, he would find it impossible to reverse the situation.

Of course, he would be reluctant, but would find himself utterly helpless. All his emotions would ultimately intersect and transform into a single sigh.

What shocked and confused Chen Changsheng the most was that everyone said that the abyss was endless, so why was he still alive and standing right in front of him?