In the dark abyss, it was as though eternal silence reigned.
Even the storm in the distance that enveloped the entire world was no more than a tiny speck when viewed against that vast world. Once it obscured the light belonging to the Present Realm, it left behind only constantly shifting shadows.
Beyond the storm, amid countless surging crimson tides, the palace halls of the fallen kingdom towered high.
Looking down from afar.
Within the rigidly stratified city, the splendid palace bathed in distant light, reflecting dreamlike and magnificent glimmers.
At the very peak of the city, at the highest point of the palace.
Above the towering pavilion, only the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs could be heard. White Snake had hurried over at the summons, but when he looked up at the terrace at the very top, his movements involuntarily slowed.
In the silence, there was no one else on the terrace. Only that familiar figure sat on the ground, casually pouring himself drinks as though admiring the scenery.
As he hummed cheerfully under his breath, the bottles beside him had already toppled every which way. No one knew how much he had drunk.
That melody...
White Snake was slightly stunned. He stood at the entrance and said nothing more.
Praising the Eternal King, praising the Great King, recounting his sixteen great achievements, his epoch-making feats, how abundant his empire was, how lovely the beauties at his side were, how his eldest son pursued truth, how his second son studied mysteries, how his youngest son was a hero who saved all ages...
How long ago had those ballads and poems, already known by no one, been passed down from?
Even White Snake could no longer remember clearly.
Yet upon suddenly hearing that melody again, even he could not