Blue Planet, Eastern Great.
On a hillside drowned in wild grass, a solitary grave lay covered by scrub trees and weeds, almost impossible to tell that a lonely soul had been buried here.
No one had ever come to pay respects. No one still remembered the lonely soul within the grave. It was as ordinary as the mountains, wild grass, and wind here, no different from any of them.
Suddenly, a streak of light fell across the sky. After landing upon the desolate grave, it revealed a faint, divinely handsome figure.
A sliver of Li Qingyun's will had finally returned to his "homeland" at this moment.
Unfortunately, this truly was his homeland.
The present-day Earth no longer held any news or memories of him. This desolate grave was the sole trace proving that he had once lived upon this land.
His soul had been away from Earth for far too long.
Seas had turned to mulberry fields, things remained while people changed. All mortals were ants—who was more important than whom, and who could endure through the ages?
"Leaving behind a desolate grave is not too bad..."
Somewhat curious, Li Qingyun looked toward the blurred tombstone.
He wanted to know who had erected his grave and handled his funeral arrangements.
Back then, his life had been unsatisfactory. As though overnight, every hardship in life had come crashing down on him. He had drunk himself senseless late at night, only to freeze to death outdoors.
Logically speaking, he had divorced at thirty, had no children, had lost his parents long ago, and was buried under a mountain of debt. No one should have arranged his funeral, much less brought his ashes back to the village where he had been born.
Now, Li Qingyun had returned to insignificant Earth as the ruler