Wasteland.
Wang Ye sat amid a patch of ruins, his eyes closed as he waited quietly.
Just as dawn broke and a ray of sunlight pierced the darkness, shining upon this land, Wang Ye suddenly opened his eyes. A faint smile curled across his lips as he murmured, "Wang Ye, your leg is mine!"
As his words fell, Wang Ye took a deep breath. Energy surged within him, and strands of spiritual power spread throughout the surroundings.
A few seconds later, his gaze landed on a patch of empty space, and he threw a punch.
A crack appeared out of nowhere in the void, and Wang Ye slipped inside without hesitation.
After Wang Ye left, the crack gradually vanished.
"Today, This Immortal awakens."
"Heavenly Court shall regain its former glory!"
In a remote mountain range, a voice emerged from within a crude-looking wooden house. A long-haired middle-aged man drifted out, his eyes carrying an air of supreme arrogance. He glanced at his surroundings and frowned slightly. "The energy is mixed and turbid beyond belief. Without the Heavenly Court's suppression, this world has been thrown into such a wretched state!"
After voicing his displeasure, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and turned to leave.
About half an hour later, he arrived in another region. Hovering in midair, he looked down at the river below and shouted, "Awaken at once. Today is the day of revival!"
As his words fell, the river soon began to churn, electric currents constantly flashing through the water.
It was as though the entire lake were about to become a sea of lightning.
Until
A massive vortex appeared at the center of the lake. A middle-aged woman emerged, standing barefoot atop the water's surface as she stared at the man without a hint of a smile.
"First,