A wisp of morning glow dispelled the darkness. The world was bright, fresh, and peaceful.
However, the powerhouses from the forbidden area felt a bone-chilling chill from head to toe.
In the still section of the world, the gray, cracked, and faintly glowing exquisite stone slowly left. It was the only living object.
Number Nine and the others were very quiet, but their bodies were trembling slightly. Hot Tears had already rolled down their faces. How many eras had it been? Generations after generations of peerless creatures had appeared, displaying their soaring talent and brilliance, and his fame and reputation no longer existed in the world.
No one knew what he had done, what he had sacrificed, and how he had gone on his way. He had traveled alone in silence and loneliness. He had once been called by the whole world, but he could no longer respond.
As time passed and the era changed, his name and traces were no longer in the world.
