Above the Tongye Mansion, thunder and lightning intertwined, and the wind and rain suddenly arose.
A figure sat cross-legged, seemingly floating in the air, ascending during daylight, resembling a Divine Being.
A Celestial Gate appeared faintly behind him, seemingly about to open.
The young man's face, adorned in a Black Gold Prison-Suppression Robe, had his long hair and clothes dancing wildly in the tempestuous wind, his expression long gone from youthful naivety, appearing wild and unrestrained.
His eyes slightly closed, he gazed down at the towering Giant City, countless Martial Artists, and numerous common people...
The 'Celestial Gate' reflected by his Forehead Ancestral Acupoint had already materialized into substance.
This is the worst of times,
for it is a world in chaos, with heroes ruling in fragmentation, and humans, Half-Demons, and demons contesting, fighting endlessly... resulting in widespread warfare and civilian suffering.
But it is also the best of times.
