The final distance from Shenxiao World to beyond the heavens was erased by Master Xingnian in the past where life vanishes into the Dao.
Xuan South Duke's "inevitable strike" at "this moment" was destined to miss at "that time."
At this moment, the Shenxiao World, which is ascending its essence, is under a hazy sky.
Only the star path, winding beyond the heavens, bends towards the distance, pointing the way home for the human race's wanderers.
Beneath the sky are guardian gods radiant with golden brilliance, further down are mountains and rivers that continuously collapse and regenerate.
Drip~drop!
The sound of the heavens collapsing and the earth cracking can hardly be heard, but Xuan South Duke seems to hear the sound of droplets in the eternal Long River of time.
Those are the moments slipping through his fingers, the opportunities he personally missed,
A thousand echoes in one sound, ten thousand ripples in one drop.
