Feng Liang sat alone in the cave, the quiet echo of his breath mingling with the stillness around him. He was back... the Eternal Sage who once ruled over the vast expanse of the cosmos, the Supreme Creator who had shaped the very fabric of existence.
Yet, despite his return, the heavens were silent. There were no divine signs, no celestial celebrations, no whispers from the stars.
It wasn't that the heavens had changed or grown indifferent; it was because they didn't know their master had returned.
Feng Liang had planned it that way. His rebirth was cloaked in secrecy, veiled from the watchful eyes of those who once bowed before him.
He had come back quietly, without fanfare, determined to avoid the attention that could disrupt the fragile balance of his carefully laid plans.
Plans that were still unfolding, like pieces of an ancient puzzle slowly coming together.
