The purple-robed maiden did not speak. She silently turned around and gazed toward the distant horizon. There, a radiant starry sky shimmered, as if whispering endless tales and secrets. Xing Lie and Gu Sheng exchanged glances, then quietly followed behind the purple-robed maiden.
In the days that followed, they endured countless hardships, traversing innumerable mountains and rivers, finally arriving at the mysterious ruins of the ancient battlefield.
A thick aura of malevolence and death hung over the area, as if time itself had been forever frozen in that moment. They saw the gravestones and relics of the heroes who once dominated the world, and felt the profound scars left by that world-shaking battle.
In the depths of the ruins, fragments of humanity's distant past from the ancient era appeared dream-like, culminating in an apocalyptic war that settled everything into dust.
