“All will die. Another era has come to an end. The curtain has fallen!”
In this blurry land, a supreme creature spoke.
They stood high above, overlooking the joys and sorrows of others. They looked coldly at the sorrowful songs of others. They had long since become indifferent.
This place was isolated from the heavens. It did not seem like a real world. It was very hazy, as if it was the projection of a majestic ancient land, forming a world that transcended the world.
They decided to follow the will of heaven, or perhaps it could be said that they would follow the inscriptions on the yellow paper that floated down.
The silkworm chrysalis was somewhat moved, and said, “Another era has ended. Since ancient times, how many people have been able to share immortality with us? Sigh, in this world, the heavens and the Earth, the Hades, and the human world, how many creatures can remain? They are all destined to die!”
