"It's him!"
In a certain forbidden area, a being sighed. Years ago, he exhausted all his efforts to deduce the future and paid a huge price to see a blurred glimpse, foreseeing a being crossing the land of the dead and returning.
What he saw was vague, indistinct, knowing only that this being would stir up towering waves!
However, who could have expected that today the cosmic senses would clarify the glimpse he saw back then, revealing the true appearance of that being - it was the desolate.
It's him, resurrected.
He had originally thought that the one crossing the land of the dead should be an unparalleled Immortal King, one of the strongest beings of old resurrected and returned. He didn't expect it to be someone from later generations.
Now, the desolate stands on the heavens, his entire being emanating the light of the road, nurturing this world, communing with the broken heaven and earth.
