He buried the Sun God Wheel on a Death Star, where there was no human habitation and no grass growing.

 If the sun becomes the Death Star, he really cannot accept it.

 But he was crying, not because of the Death Star.

 “Child, why are you crying?”

Li Wudi asked.

 Li Tianming's tears were filled with overwhelming blood feud. He stared at this "déjà vu" adoptive father and spoke to him in a decisive tone.

“You plagiarized his memory and tried your best to imitate him. However, as a high-ranking emperor, your ability to imitate is so poor.”

“I admit that there may be truth in what you said today, but you are not him, and no matter how much you imitate, you will not be.”

 Li Tianming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and took a deep breath.

 A man will not shed tears easily.

 But this time, from the first moment he saw this man, he understood that his beloved adoptive father might have completely disappeared from this world.
Chapter completed!