He had finally done it.
Taixuan had exacted revenge on the killers of his world, and yet, he couldn't let go of the emotions raging inside him despite the broken state of his body.
Even when his consciousness had receded from the control of his body, the emotions that had engraved themselves within the depths of his bones over the years never once forgot about their responsibilities.
Despite having lost the very essence of his strength—his Dantian—under the influence of his anger, Taixuan chose to suffer even more, if that was what it meant for him to complete his duty as a father.
Each step.
Each movement of his body.
Everything felt as though his soul itself was being ripped apart from its very core, and yet, he chose to step forward and retrieve the body of his son.
It was true, that he couldn't protect his world.
Maybe he was weak.
Maybe the enemy was strong.
Maybe he was careless.
But all of it was nothing more than a useless thought.
All he wanted to do right now, was to bury him with proper respect. So if not in this life, he may live long and bright in his next one.
As he grew closer to the body of Wusheng, at first, Taixuan picked up the beheaded head of his son with firm hands that wished to touch the warmth of tiny hands that brought him happiness more than any wealth in the world.
Embracing him next to his heart, Taixuan firmly held onto his head with his arm wrapped around.
Then, he proceeded towards the broken remains of the wooden pole, trying to look for his body.
Not long after searching for his body, Taixuan pulled it out from the wreckage.
And as expected, his body was in a much worse shape—giant rocks and splinters stuck into his body while blood slowly seeped out of his wounds, creating a small pond of crimson right beneath.
Silently, he picked the body up and began to walk away from the forest and the wrecked ground where the metallic stench of blood loomed in the air.
His eyes had lost all color. Even with the ability to see, Taixuan had willingly become blind.
With dilated pupils and a cold body, he slowly walked towards the clear ground and slowly put both the body and the head in a small crater formed when Taixuan's energy went berserk.
Then, he slowly picked up the nearby dirt with his hands, and with an aching heart, he murmured goodbye to his life.
Slowly pouring the dirt over the body, pleasant memories that they've been through, the times that he scolded his son playfully, the moments when he proudly patted the head of his son.
All of it, came striking at him like punishment ordained by the laws of heaven and earth.
His face had lost all of its emotions, his eyes had turned dreadful, and yet, his mind cried more than anyone else.
Not for a second did his tears stop flowing out of his eyes.
If possible, he wanted to offer his life in exchange for his son's. He wanted to die. He wished to be buried right beside his son as well.
But if he did so, then there would be no one left to exact revenge for his death. He had to live. If not for himself, then at least for the sake of providing peace to his beloved son's soul.
Gradually, there came a point where his body had been buried nearly completely, except for the face.
With emotions welling up inside of him, knowing that he won't ever be able to hear him call "father", with a broken heart, he poured dirt on top, letting his son drift towards the cycle of the afterlife.