The wheels of fate began to turn with the birth of an infant.
Whether the Demon Emperor freed himself from his constraints, or Yu Yuan regained his power, either event would signify the complete onset of the calamity of ten thousand years.
Yu Xian, though completely unaware of this, could still discern some signs through the feedback from the natural law.
However, fate is unpredictable, and the calamity of ten thousand years sometimes seemed imminent, sometimes distant. Having seen it so often, it felt rather mundane to him.
As the storm brewed Outside, none of this hindered him from indulging in the comfort of tender beauty, drawing new vitality from his daily activities to soothe his increasingly indifferent soul.
"It's all for saving the world, after all."
When Yu Xian climbed off the bewitching woman provided by the Profound Yin Sect, he said this to himself.
