"What do you mean?" Feng Yin's heart tightened.
"A vast expanse enveloped by the aura of death... this battle is destined to be unavoidable."
The Illusory Silkworm appeared quite indifferent as it descended, "Give me energy."
To an aloof existence like the Illusory Silkworm, the wars and strife among mundane humans were of no concern.
The birth and death of humans could no longer cause any ripple in its emotions.
Only transcendence and energy mattered to it; everything else faded away like clouds.
Yet Feng Yin was filled with melancholy.
Was this… the beginning of a true battle?
Having lived as a human for two lives, Feng Yin knew all too well the horrors of war—a devastation too cruel to behold, a scene of complete ruin.
The truth of war was never the romance of soldiers as legends would have it, nor was it a fabled tale of masculinity; it was a bloody ladder for emperors and generals.
It was the founding path of supreme authority!
