A new era had arrived.
Countless creatures died on the eve of this new era, but equally many were born at this moment.
The entire Immortal World was still enveloped in immense, boundless darkness; it looked, sounded, and felt extraordinarily silent.
But Wei Cheng heard the sound of flowers blooming.
That was the blossoming of life.
So vibrant, so thriving.
The countless rhythms coming together were the most beautiful melody.
Wei Cheng sat quietly there, beside him the ancient forbidden that had twisted countless times, yet remained utterly still.
Time passed, and Wei Cheng slowly stood up, his gaze piercing through the boundless darkness, and then, he understood.
To be honest, the Sky Demon born with inherent knowledge, born with a great destiny, had almost made him lose his defenses— that sense of powerlessness was truly terrifying.
It even gave him a feeling of extreme fear, like a mouse seeing a cat.
