The night was deep, and the autumn stars filled the sky.
Gazing up at this vast and lonely expanse of the heavens, Zhou Yan felt somewhat dazed.
This was not the first time he had looked up at the night sky, nor was it the first time he had felt this way.
In the endless edges of this dark void, there once was a mighty figure who, with a single punch, broke through the heavens and traversed the Star Universe, only to encounter an unstoppable and terrifying Void Thunder Tribulation, and thus perished.
This scene, like a deeply etched painting in his memory, lingered and could not be dispelled.
This powerful person was not him, yet it felt as though he was there, experiencing that helplessness.
It was a feeling of powerlessness in the face of the Heaven and Earth Rules, the same powerlessness he had experienced today in the elegant attic of the Treasure Pavilion when he faced Lee Yan Yun.
