Lin Yitong remained rooted to the spot for a long time, Yun Wushuang's revelations exploding in her mind like a bomb.
Everything – being chosen by the True Wood Spirit Clan, learning about the Primordial Era, encountering the enigmatic Yun Tian, and now, the knowledge of Primordial God inheritors – it all coalesced. Her path, it seemed, had been predetermined. She was fated to be a player in this grand scheme.
Peaceful by nature, Lin Yitong wasn't naive. The world harbored no true peace. Her desire for vengeance against the True Wood Spirit Clan's attackers had already shattered any illusions of a tranquil life.
Without further deliberation, Lin Yitong returned to Earth and made a beeline for the Tower of Fate.
Frowning deeply, she stared at the thirteen glowing paintings before her. Their sudden illumination, particularly the previously dimmed portraits of the God of Mortals and the God of Time, remained a mystery.
"What happened?"
