At the top of the clock tower.
After watching that torch blaze cut through the pitch-black night sky until it vanished from sight, Xian's expression turned solemn.
He straightened his back and waited quietly.
One minute, two minutes, ten minutes passed, yet there was still no change in the open space behind him.
Xian: "???"
"Don't tell me there isn't a single person in the entire world who shares my will?" Xian's mouth twitched.
He had thought that the moment he activated his ability, a whole crowd of towering, muscle-bound men—each comparable to Lü Bu reborn—would appear before him and help him restore the great cause.
He had even deliberately put on a dignified expression so he could leave a good impression on those tough guys.
"If I have to purge the entire world by myself, isn't that a bit too absurd?" Xian could no longer keep his expression composed.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Just then, a cold midnight wind swept past, making him shiver.
At the same time, after everything he had gone through during the day, exhaustion had already seeped into both body and mind, and a heavy wave of drowsiness washed over him.
"I should go back and sleep first. I'll take another look tomorrow."
Xian yawned and chose to head downstairs and leave.
Guest bedroom.
Xian lay on the soft bed layered with silk bedding. Not long after closing his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.
The room was so quiet that only his steady breathing could be heard.
Yet while his body sank into slumber, the rhythm of dreams had only just begun.
"Where is this?"
Xian stared blankly at the incomparably majestic hall before him.
The towering Crystal Dome was covered in countless exquisite murals, depicting epic battles from Blue Star filled with blood