Broken pillars and destroyed walls littered the area. Rubber and debris covered the ground, telling a story of sorrow and joy, of the end of a glorious age. Was this a world where deities became deities, or was it hiding something else?
Collapsed divine mountains appeared one after another. The mist of primal chaos curled up, boundless and without limit. The little guy hurried along, his black hair fluttering behind him. He was as fast as lightning, his speed extremely quick.
Finally he reached the end. He stepped on top of the golden passageway. Multicolored light flickered, and he disappeared from his original position and arrived at the starting ground.
“Who is this? Why are you squatting on the passageway? Do you really think you are the devilish brat, and want to pry out two pieces of symbol bone?”
“Do you have nothing better to do? You can learn from anyone, yet you try to copy that fellow!”
