"Your Highness!"
Wiz Immortal was taken aback when he saw that scene. He quickly stood up and helped Prince Auten up. He sounded both anxious and regretful. "How is that possible? You are aware that your demon within your heart is the throne. Why do you keep thinking about it?"
Wiz Immortal was very depressed when he spoke of that.
During that time, he placed all of his hopes in Prince Auten. As long as Prince Auten lived, he would have the opportunity to visit the Imperial Sky Palace.
If Prince Auten died, the Godly Region would abandon him.
"I—"
Hearing the blame from Wiz Immortal, Prince Auten said weakly, "I can't accept my fate, Master." Even though his tone was soft, there was a bit of arrogance in his eyes.
He was the most qualified candidate to inherit the throne. How did he end up like that?
As soon as he finished his sentence, Prince Auten's body emitted a speck of golden light. It was his fairy soul.
If a cultivator failed to reach the Divine Master Level, he would spiral into insanity, or their fairy soul would disintegrate into smaller pieces and dissipate. The situation in which Prince Auten found himself was precisely the latter.
It was all over.
Wiz Immortal's hands trembled as he saw Prince Auten's fairy soul dissipate, and his wrinkled face was filled with unmistakable panic.
He had only one disciple.
He could not bear the thought of Prince Auten dying. He could not let him die that way.
"Master..."
Prince Auten was becoming increasingly frail. He clearly felt as if time was slipping away from him. "I... am I going to die?" He could not help but wonder.
"Don't be afraid!" Wiz Immortal took a deep breath and comforted him. "I won't let you die." As he spoke, the gears in his brain spun rapidly.
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