The battle between illusion and reality had come to an end. Upon the ancient land of the Mortal World, Dead City was exceptionally silent. Not a single shadow could be seen on its empty streets. This place seemed like a land of nothingness, cold, desolate, and lonely.
A breeze drifted through, and the traces left behind by the ancestral gods of old were fading away. Dead City seemed to have lost its former demonic power. It no longer possessed that soul-shaking, bone-chilling aura.
A refined middle-aged scholar in feathered robes and a silk headscarf descended into Dead City. He was King Wen of Zhou, who calculated heaven, earth, and all affairs of the Mortal World. This divine seer, who had founded the Book of Changes, raised his head and wept loudly three times before standing silently beside the Demonic Well for a long time.
"Yin and yang clashed, weeping blood of Mystic Yellow..."
His voice echoed through Dead City. The wind gradually rose, carrying waves of sobbing sounds through the city, as though someone were mourning.
"The tide rose and fell. In the five thousand years above, humanity reached the peak of prosperity and had already forged a unique path of civilization, yet in the end, it destroyed itself..."
King Wen of Zhou gazed toward Beyond the Heavens and sighed. With a wave of his hand, an illusory scene appeared within Dead City. Skyscrapers stood in dense rows, soaring into the sky. When night fell, neon lights flickered, and the bustling city was brightly illuminated.
Vehicles sped down broad streets, while spacecraft shot through the clear, vast heavens toward the stars. It was a dreamlike scene of technological civilization.
"Mortals had their own path, but in the end, they could not overcome their enemy and destroyed themselves... Everything was returned