A gentle sigh echoed, above the Three Thousand States, a solitary figure stood quietly, observing the shattered mountains and rivers.
The desolate had returned, now an Immortal King, yet returning seemed difficult, for being too powerful, would be repelled by this world. But he had acquired the Heavenly Heart Imprint and nurtured this realm, creating no issues.
Standing alone, he gazed at the broken continent floating in the universe, feeling somewhat melancholic, as everything from the past could never return.
Once, many creatures inhabited this continent, but now it was silent and deserted, with the surviving races fleeing to the stars, far from this place.
So many old friends were buried here, their faces from the past, their smiles and voices, all encompassed in a long sigh.
