It was six in the evening.
At this hour, Auntie should have dinner ready. A Jin had not finished his homework yet, and Xiao Hei Lai would be sprawled on the balcony, lazily basking in the sunset.
The autumn wind swept across the empty land, stirring up a handful of fine sand that drifted through the air.
Other than deathly silence, there was nothing here.
"No... it can't be like this..." Lin Qiye stood there in a daze, muttering to himself.
In that instant, every little moment from the ten years he had lived here flashed through his mind, scattering into the distance along with that handful of sand...
Like a madman, he rushed forward and dug through the earth beneath his feet with both hands, trying to find some trace that they had ever existed.
His eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face and dripping onto the ground. In his daze, he seemed to return to that night of torrential rain.
He had knelt before that little house and promised to return in ten years... to return home.
But now that the people were gone, where was home?
The Night Watchmen, the mysteries, the gods, the mist... all of it seemed to have lost its meaning, because in his eyes, the world that belonged to him had already collapsed.
The outside world had nothing to do with him.
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. He abruptly stopped, and a golden Mortal Divine Domain spread outward from him, enveloping the clearing.
Since he had been able to use Mortal Divine Domain to revive everyone in this city ten years ago, then why... couldn't he revive his family now?
A vast amount of divine power still remained within him—enough to keep all of Cangnan City running for half