Su Ming'an raised his hand, brushing off Dawn's hand.
As he moved, bone powder cascaded down like falling snow, dusting his form.
——All of these were the remains of Yasa Acto.
In life, they might have shone like the sun, experiencing a grand Prosperous Era and a splendid existence, leading the trends of the world, looking down upon the masses from the summit of the City-States, or commanding soldiers in the fire of resistance——but none of that could outweigh the fact that they are now dead.
Whether it was the death of their bodies or the extinction of their souls, humanity inevitably marches towards its end. Back in Pulaya, Su Ming'an had come to understand that "eternal life" was an impossible feat.
Even the most dazzling, the most righteous of leaders would meet with death; only through generational inheritance could the civilization of a race be sustained for a long time.
