It's getting better, it's all getting better!
The temple has opened, the Empire will soon rise!
The temple is here, won't the revival succeed?
After enduring a long journey full of trials and tribulations, Wuyou stood on the deck with his people, gazing at the scenery within the Crack Realm.
With the wind blowing against them, their robes fluttered, bringing about a sense of exhilaration like the joy of a smooth ride in the spring breeze.
Regrettably, there were no sights of Chang'an or flowers ahead.
Just a world seemingly frozen at the end...
In the enormous Crack Realm where the endless sea of clouds rose and fell, countless masses of earth and debris floated in the vast void. Despite the tempestuous gales sweeping across, the fragments remained unmoving.
Streaks of lightning crisscrossed through the void, seemingly forever paused at that instant, eternally frozen in mid-air, as if cast in iron.
