After enduring ten thousand years, the god who once ruled a region now remains only a charred, emaciated skeleton.
However, when the fire of spirituality rekindled deep within its eye socket, the Heavenly Palace seemed to respond. The white mist that permeated the ruins space—highly compressed energy tides—rushed and converged from all directions, causing the entire Palace of the Polestar to tremble incessantly.
In the mournful howling of the wind, a vast and deep vortex gradually took shape.
"Great Evil...where is it?"
The Heavenly Emperor spoke. His hoarse voice sounded as if it fell from the heavens, like thunder.
"Vanished."
The Ghost replied, seeing the awakening of the giant god it once served, memories thought long forgotten and buried arose all at once, like silt from the seabed.
Even though it had been thousands or tens of thousands of years, recalling it felt just like yesterday.
The Ghost's voice inevitably carried a trace of bitterness.
