The boundless land of darkness.
On the Abyss Surface, Lu Yang suddenly opened his eyes. Yet with that single movement, both his eyeballs exploded with a bang, turning into two black hollows.
Bloody tears rolled down.
Immediately afterward, visible cracks spread rapidly from his eyes across his entire body, as though he were a porcelain vessel on the verge of shattering.
This state lasted for a long time. Only then did the cracks stop spreading, keeping him from truly exploding apart. After another while, the cracks slowly closed. Then flesh and blood gathered anew within the two black hollows on his face, forming a pair of bright eyes that settled into their sockets.
"Hah!"
Only then did Lu Yang finally let out his first breath after the Restart. His mind instinctively recalled the last scene he had witnessed before the Restart—
"What... was it again?"
Lu Yang frowned. He still remembered what had happened: the Dao Lords had damaged their own cultivation and struck from the Other Shore with their true bodies, attempting to pull out the Netherworld.
But what exactly had it looked like?
What had the Dao Lords' enormous hands looked like? What characteristics had they possessed? What had been so profound and wondrous about them? It was as if that information had never existed; he could not remember it at all.
"Isn't this a little too outrageous?"
Lu Yang swallowed.
Having cultivated to this point through his innate talent and hard work, he could be considered one of the standouts among cultivators. He had thought that, no matter what, he ought to count as someone important.
But in reality?
He did not even have the ability to look directly at a Dao Lord!
"No, it wasn't just me. Even the Great True Lords at Late Golden Core