"Lost from the very start."
Fu Qingjun suddenly closed his eyes.
This sentence lingered in his heart for a long time, stirring his emotions.
He did not feel joy at the opponent's defeat; rather, he felt a sense of pathos for easily, overwhelmingly defeating this former strongest hero of the Cosmic Emperor, who in history was written as the original ancient legendary Great Emperor.
The great momentum,
The great momentum,
how many heroes have fallen before him?
Even the sentence "lost from the very start" might also apply to himself; no one can remain eternally towering.
However, wasn't his own reign too short?
Fu Qingjun crafted a small tombstone for the other, then placed incense on it, suddenly recalling a line of poetry fitting the scene, writing it directly on the tombstone as an epitaph:
"The mighty river eastward flows, sweeping away heroes like foam."
"Success and failure turn to naught."
"The green mountains endure, several times the red sunset."
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