Vast Continent.
Time quietly passes, another eight million years.
Deep inside the Human Race's territory, the Human Race's Holy Hall.
The hall towers into the clouds, the air filled with a heavy, solemn, inviolable aura.
Below the steps, a young figure stands bowed, his posture tall, his demeanor steady.
"Xuanyuan lineage, Xu Ji, pays respects to the Emperor!"
The Fire Cloud Emperor sits at the highest point of the hall, draped in an imperial robe, his imperial majesty restrained, his eyes have long seen through the changes of eternity and the rise and fall of the Ten Thousand Races.
He gazes at the young person below, his eyes slightly focus, the deepest memories of time suddenly surge forth.
On the battlefield of Ten Thousand Races years ago, there was also such a vibrant, exceptionally talented figure whom he most valued and hoped would prove the Great Dao and become Emperor from the entire Human Race.
