A.D. 60, Destiny City!

The years flowed on, and sixty years passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Human World stood Destiny City.

The ruins of the past had once again become a vast city.

Over the past sixty years, the gods had fallen silent and the demons had gone into hiding. The Human World had entered an unprecedented age of prosperity since the end of the Primordial Age.

Neither the First Generation Human Emperor nor the Second Generation Human Emperor, nor even the Human Alliance at the height of its former glory, had ever managed to achieve such a thing.

Demons and evil spirits were still born into the world.

But scattered across the various lands were the "Night Illuminators," who slew demons, exterminated monsters, and purged evil spirits.

This was no longer the age of demons and evil spirits!

This was the age of the human race!

Take Destiny City, for example. Although no old god guarded it, a Martial Saint of the Human Realm was stationed there, and tens of thousands of troops stood ready.

The demons and evil spirits dared not invade.

And should any demons or evil spirits appear within the city, the human soldiers would immediately wipe them out.

Destiny City had been rebuilt forty years ago, and to ordinary citizens, that was nearly an entire lifetime.

As for the humans born here, they had never endured the torment of the Strange Night, never suffered the devastation of demons and evil spirits, and never felt the oppression of the old gods.

In their eyes, the world had always been peaceful and secure.

The Strange Night, demons and evil spirits, the old gods—all of them seemed to exist only in legends, stories they had never experienced themselves.

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