From the moment that sentient beings had appeared in the Three Realms, the Guardian existed. And across those billions upon billions of years, it watched countries rise, empires collapse, worlds perish, and new ones rise to replace them. Zillions of lives succeeded one another; immortal legends became crumbling dust, but the Guardian endured, after the Creator and the Mistress of Fate, the oldest entity of the Three Realms.
But on this day, that ancient and venerable entity was beaten like a ragdoll, sliced up, mauled and eaten alive. Now, not even one bit remained. Overwhelming waves of Karmic and Spiritual Energies flooded Huan Yi's body, improving his Karmic Powers to unprecedented levels. Undulating waves of silver energies rotated the Demon Child's form, and with the Manuscript of Forbidden Secrets floating at his right, Huan Yi walked towards the mausoleum, stretching out his hands, and reaching for the pearly gates.
