Amid the vast, boundless sea, there loomed a colossal pale-blue light barrier. At this moment, deep within the Divine Palace Ruins, there stretched a desolate expanse of ashen-gray earth. Wisps of black fog drifted slowly with the faint breeze, the hazy space lending an extraordinary sense of mystery; in such a lonely domain, it was as if even time itself had lost all meaning.
Across the ground, ravines crisscrossed, fissures tens of zhang long yawned everywhere; there was scarcely a single inch of unscarred soil. Every wound upon this land proclaimed to all who beheld it what kind of tragic, earth-shattering war had once been waged here.
And in the depths of these ruins, upon a solitary peak shrouded in dark clouds, beneath that gloomy sky, a blurred black silhouette stood erect atop the mountain.
