Crimson adjusted his posture, and the three-headed and six-armed primordial spirit behind him displayed its incredible power to lift his people. His corporeal body grew as he became more powerful, becoming a giant that walked towards where the sun rose.
The Crimson Light Era rose from those ruins!
That giant with long and messy hair would lead the humans of the ruins to write a new chapter in history!
The Dragon Han Revolution hadn't succeeded.
The Crimson Light Revolution had just sprouted.
The celestial river flowed, and time passed. There were few changes in time. All that existed were the movement of humans and the evolution of substances.
The warrior at the front fell, and the warrior at the back picked up the flag to continue on bravely.
The ghost ship sailed through history. It was sometimes bright and sometimes dark outside the ship. Every rise and setting of light meant a year.
